Yang Lele returned home.
"What is this?"
"Someone delivered it."
"Who delivered it?" Yang Lele asked while unwrapping the box.
Wen Yuan, unable to say it could possibly be a test with a bug inside, said meekly, "I don't know the person. They just left after delivering it."
Indeed, she had just arrived; how could she know so many people?
Perhaps it was a gift from some man who admired her. Without suspicion, she opened the box, revealing a vase in front of them.
It was a cloisonné piece, with a lavish and opulent base color, a rare work of art hinting at historical age and significance.
Wen Yuan thought: This thing might not have been expensive at the time, but now it could be worth over a million.
Crack!
As if a hurricane passed over the vase, it swept across Yang Lele's face.
The vase shattered into pieces on the ground.
Yang Lele's face twisted like an octopus, utterly frightening.
Wen Yuan got scared, hiding behind the sofa a few meters away from her.
