When Ye Qianqian was done, she hung up the phone without even bothering to wait for Ye Tian's response.
The disconnected tone that sounded from the phone only served to fuel Ye Tian's anger to an explosive degree. She flung the mobile phone out of her hand and screamed hysterically, "Ye Qianqian!"
The mobile phone headed straight toward a beautiful flower arrangement in the sitting room. The sound of the glass vase shattering reverberated throughout the whole place. The flowers were strewn all over, and the water in the vase was splashed on the floor amid the glass shards.
When Mrs. Sun saw the scene unfold, her face turned white. She looked at Ye Tian and exclaimed in horror, "Oh my god! That was Sir's favorite vase! What are we going to do?"