"The shelf started it? You little rascal, what am I supposed to say to you?" Huang Qingtian felt like he was about to explode from anger.
The items had fallen all over the floor, and his collection of the eight major pieces of blue and white porcelain had shattered into tiny fragments.
Such blue and white porcelain would fetch tens of millions for a small piece on the market.
And Huang Qingtian had collected large pieces.
The current market price for them was calculated in the billions.
Yet, this little troublemaker had smashed all of these collectibles to bits!
The most infuriating part was that this little rascal was still hugging his arm and whining, "Huang Qingtian, it was really the shelf that started it! So... don't get angry with a shelf, okay!"
Really!
At that moment, Huang Qingtian felt that if he were ever to suddenly suffer a cerebral hemorrhage, it would absolutely be because of this little rascal's infuriating behavior!
