Yan Xixi suddenly felt a bit scared, but she quickly contained that fear and simply stayed by Wan Donglin's side. Deep down she understood that ever since she first set foot in here, Wan Donglin had regarded her as his wife—he loved her, actually a long, long time ago.
She immediately gained infinite courage.
On the second floor, the once stunning array of paintings and calligraphy were all gone.
Only Liu Daqing was walking back and forth with her hands behind her back, and beside her stood four or five bodyguards.
Wan Donglin strode up: "Mom..."
Liu Daqing turned her head, and following her gaze, Wan Donglin was extremely shocked to see that the floor on the second floor had been pried open in a chaotic mess, with various gaps, and even the sofa cushions had been cut open, and even the walls were scraped chaotically...every possible place to hide things had been thoroughly searched.
How many people would have to come to achieve such massive destruction?
"How much was lost?"
