The exquisite Pixiu porcelain crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces, with thin porcelain fragments scattered everywhere. The businessmen's hearts seemed to break as well, staring in shock at the debris on the ground.
The Shen family was bewildered, watching helplessly as Miss shattered the Pixiu porcelain, which was a Song Dynasty Ru Kiln piece worth over one hundred million yuan.
Yun Hongxi and Ning Weirong were also taken aback, as neither of the elders expected Miss to act out in such a manner.
"Lin Tian, Manxue, you both really surprised me." Wang Wanxi shook her head with a wry smile.
"Miss, did breaking it feel good?" Lin Tian ignored the crowd's reaction and whispered quietly in Miss's ear.
Miss's face flushed, coquettishly replying, "I won't tell you."
The little girl, though unwilling to admit it, had laughter in her eyes that betrayed her. Lin Tian chuckled but didn't expose her.
