Xia Siyu looked up at Bo Yan. She knew she had messed up again: "Don't be mad, I'll go buy one that's similar."
Bo Yan felt a pain in his heart: "The master who made this teapot passed away many years ago. This Gongchun teapot was one of his masterworks." The shape of a Gongchun is very hard to craft and fire. To make a beautiful one requires at least ten years of experience in pottery.
Xia Siyu tried to comfort him: "It's okay, no matter how expensive, I can afford it." She was responsible and was willing to pay for whatever she broke, especially something dear to her husband. As an actress, her income was quite high. As long as it wasn't in the billions, she wouldn't even bat an eye.
Bo Yan clutched his chest and shook his head. This time, he didn't use a broom; instead, he squatted down and picked up the shards one by one.
