C23 Second Master Yuan

When the two of them rushed to the hotel room, the room was filled with broken porcelain pieces. Ye Weilin sat on the chair, his face ashen, and he did not speak.

Luo Yaohua was a little surprised when he saw the white porcelain pieces, and he could not help but ask, "Mr. Ye, you smashed the Plum Bottle?"

Yang Bo quietly pulled him and pointed at the tea table in the corner of the room