"What I mean is, if you continue to rage like this, you might have a stroke!" Ye Yuan had a celestial smile on her face.
Ye Wanli was so angry that his face turned purple and his chest was heaving, he was about to have a heart attack.
Not to be outdone, the little princess casually walked by the aisle, flicked her sleeves and the antique vase on the table, with a bang, shattered on the floor.
"God, my antique vase! Ye Yiyi, what are you doing, you little devil!" Ye Wanli cried out in agony as he ran over.
"Oh! Grandpa, don't be mad." The little girl's big eyes were full of innocence. "The sleeves of the dress you bought for me are too long, they caught the vase as I passed by, I didn't do it on purpose. Also, didn't you say it's a counterfeit? It was worth only a couple hundred bucks. We can just discard it, I'll compensate you for one."
Ye Wanli was trembling with rage. A counterfeit, my foot! Who would believe that she didn't do this on purpose?
