You motherfucker... your whole family, motherfucker...
Ever since Lin Mo and Zhang Yihua left at noon, Xiang Feiwen hadn't been able to calm down from his rage the entire day.
Fifteen million!
His shop, including him, all together wasn't worth that much money.
Don't be fooled by the exaggerated price tags on the antiques and calligraphy in the store; in truth, there were only a few items that were truly valuable. The prices were just for show, to deceive tourists.
His main source of profit was from some paintings and calligraphy worth a few thousand, as well as some modern art pieces bought by tourists.
He'd thought he'd sharpened his knife brilliantly and was about to butcher a fat pig today, but he'd never imagined he'd end up being the clown.
Especially seeing the enemy who stole the woman he loved make a killing was more unbearable than if they'd just killed him!
