Leng Youchen was overcome with anger and smashed everything within reach. The butler, who was downstairs, heard the loud bangs from above and hurried up, only to see Wei Anning coming out of the master bedroom.
"Third Young Lady, you and the Third Young Master…"
Wei Anning looked up, her eyes red-rimmed under the bright lights, tears swirling in her eyes as if she had suffered a great injustice; she whispered softly, "Butler, please go in and check on him."
Even though she still felt aggrieved, she was worried he might have hurt himself in his fury.
The butler could not care less about her at the moment, he pushed open the door to the living room and rushed inside.
Inside the master bedroom, which had turned into a battlefield, the butler surveyed the broken pieces scattered on the floor. Among them was an antique vase from the Tang and Song Dynasties, priceless and the only one of its kind in the world; now it was gone forever.
