The housekeeper aunt carrying fruit out of the kitchen was startled, nearly flinging the fruit platter, and greeted Fu Jichen nervously standing in the foyer, "Young Master."
Fu Jichen nodded and walked straight to Mr. Fu.
The housekeeper put down the fruit platter, silently took the cleaning tools and went to clean up the broken porcelain pieces on the floor, sighed silently; this tea set was not cheap, it was newly acquired by Mr. Fu last week and he loved it very much. He must have been very angry to smash it like that.
Fu Jichen sat down on the sofa, leaned over, poured himself a cup of tea, and joked, "This tea cup is a set, with one broken, the others are just decoration now."
Mr. Fu snorted coldly without beating around the bush and directly questioned, "Was it you who did that to the second Miss of the Xu Family?"
