Upon hearing this, Wang Li glanced toward the shop. The floor was covered in antique fragments. He thought he even saw the exquisite blue-and-white porcelain he had just been admiring; a single piece was worth tens of thousands of taels.
'How much would all that cost…'
At that thought, he immediately shrank back, afraid they would come after him.
Li Mu was a bit dazed. He looked at the shop, the floor littered with shattered treasures, and felt a pang of regret. However, he had no intention of paying. "On what grounds should I be the one to pay?"
"On what grounds? You're the ones who smashed everything, aren't you?"
"Yes, but it was because—"
