The two ran around in circles, resulting in a rather miserable ending.
"Bam--"
A vase on the desk gets knocked over, the exquisite porcelain instantly shatters into pieces on the ground.
The atmosphere freezes; Quan Mingxuan and his buddy simultaneously look at the fragments on the ground; flashing through their minds are three words - doom awaits!
"This is an antique vase my dad just bid for." Quan Mingxuan swallowed hard, face paler than a leaf.
His father was mad about antiques, and he had rambled about this porcelain vase for long. Now that it was broken, if the old man found out, they'd have to face more than simply writing a self-criticism.
"Well, I don't think it has much to do with me," Han Yue quickly straightened up and looked at Quan Mingxuan.
"You..." Quan Mingxuan's world was shaken by Han Yue's shameless words. Could you believe he just said that?
