Like most people with status, Old Master Lin also liked antique calligraphy paintings, and porcelain. It was said that the value of his private collection alone was several times more than the value of the local cultural museum in Feng City.
"How dare you find trouble with me!" Su Yan shouted angrily as she smashed.
The extremely hard stick smashed onto the antique shelf and immediately broke the wooden board. All kinds of antiques fell from the board, and the crisp sound of breaking could be heard continuously. Within a few seconds, the antiques on it were turned into broken porcelain tiles.
Su Yan saw very clearly that the items on the antique rack on the third floor alone added up to no less than 30 million. However, she didn't hold back at all. She smashed everything that could be smashed into pieces. Every time the stick smashed into a piece of porcelain, the smashing sound rang out. There was an intoxicating sense of violence and beauty.
