After Secretary Song dialed Lu Qingmei's number, he handed the phone to Fu Qingquan, then sensibly exited the study.
Within several minutes, Secretary Song, who was standing guard outside the study, heard the smashing of things inside the study. He ran in frantically to take a look and saw that the several antique vases on the vase rack had been smashed to smithereens all over the floor…
The broken vase pieces have scratched even the fine red sandalwood book rack!
Fu Qingquan's old and withered large hand supported him against the edge of the desk. His chest was violently heaving up and down, and his gaze was so dim that he looked murderous. "Go! Go fetch Fu Tianci from Fu Huai'an's place! I don't believe that Lu Qingmei would dare snatch him away from my place!"