But that wasn't right either; there had been a porcelain scam.
The elderly man, upon seeing the broken blue-and-white porcelain, went dark before his eyes and fainted.
The other two, who had followed, one prepared to lock the door, the other ready to move forward.
This scene left the other two people also frozen in place.
Asheng's face turned white with fright, and he held tight to his sister's hand.
Broken goods were not a problem; they could still afford the compensation of one yuan.
But it wouldn't be easy to compensate if the old gentleman was injured.
Almost at the same time, someone shouted, "Don't move, I am a doctor."
By that time, Song Yunuan had already knelt on the ground to check Old Man Ji's pulse.
It was still beating, just a bit fast.
As long as he was alive, that was good.
But it nearly scared her to death.
Logically speaking, it shouldn't be the case.
