"Clatter."
The tea cup in Shen Yuansong's hand loosened, falling onto the sofa and then onto the floor, shattering to pieces.
Even the wily fox who had lived over seventy years was so shocked at the moment, he looked at Wen Yuyi with a bewildered expression, his mouth opened wide as if to say something, but then no words came out.
The butler next to him was also stunned.
But then he walked over to Shen Yuansong's side and supported his arm, "Elder sir, your hand can't hold onto the cup again..."
After speaking, he pinched Shen Yuansong's palm secretly.
Shen Yuansong then snapped back to reality.
He looked over and saw both Shen Jiayi and Wen Yuyi standing up, apparently frightened by his action, with Shen Jiayi even more shocked as she looked at him, as if she didn't expect his health to be so poor.
The butler called for a servant to sweep away the broken cup.
With one cup of a set broken, the rest were no longer needed.
