Varley was dumbfounded.
He couldn't believe it, Sarah Sullivan actually smashed his precious antique right in front of him?
The shock this time was even more intense than when he saw the Northern Song Ding kiln big bowl being broken before.
"Rebellion!"
"Rebellion!"
Varley was so angry he was incoherent.
This item was one of his most beloved antiques, even more so than that Ding kiln big bowl before.
Usually, to protect it, Varley could only admire it cautiously from the side, reluctant to even touch it much.
In the end, it was shattered by Sarah like a watermelon.
What a calamity!
This isn't a daughter-in-law here to bring good fortune,
This is an enemy, here to take revenge, determined to anger me to death!
"Why are you yelling? It's just a broken cup." Sarah was impatient.
"How dare you say that, this is—" Varley blew his beard and glared, about to say something.
