Watching the speck of dust from a fingernail fall onto Ke Zhenyue's neck, the smile on Huo Sining's face grew even brighter.
But opposite her, Ke Zhenyue still wore a face of confusion and misunderstanding; he couldn't fathom why Huo Sining suddenly chose to say such words to him. Especially when she said he hadn't lost anything, Ke Zhenyue was even more perplexed.
Because he had personally seen that Primitive Celadon smashed at the recording site; he didn't know its exact value, but it was estimated to be worth at least tens of millions. How could that be considered not a loss?
Of course, Huo Sining wasn't going to explain too much to Ke Zhenyue, so he was taken away by the police with a head full of questions.
He Guolin consistently didn't plead for Ke Zhenyue or utter a word of sympathy for him, because he knew if this matter wasn't resolved quickly, it wouldn't quell Huo Sining's and the audience's anger.
