"Clank."
Shen Yuansong's grip on the teacup loosened and it dropped to the sofa before bouncing off onto the floor, shattering into pieces.
Even though he was a crafty fox who had lived for over 70 years, now he could only look at Wen Yuyi while feeling stunned. He opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but not a single word came out.
The butler was also shocked at the side.
However, he then walked up to Shen Yuansong and supported his arm. "Old Master, your hand is unable to hold onto the cup again..."
After saying that, he secretly pinched Shen Yuansong's palm.
Only then did Shen Yuansong come back to his senses.
He looked over and realized that both Shen Jiayi and Wen Yuyi had stood up, seeming to have gotten a fright from his action. Shen Jiayi was even looking at him in astonishment as though she didn't expect him to be so ill.
Now, the butler got a servant to clean the shattered teacup on the floor.
