"I'm just curious, what are you doing with a chamber pot in your arms?"
Yin Tian's face bore a peculiar smile as he looked at Mr. Jin.
Mr. Jin's body shuddered.
A chamber pot?
Upon recalling the indescribable odd smell he had just sensed, his mind was more than half convinced by Yin Tian's words.
"Three hundred thousand for a chamber pot not even eighty years old, Mr. Jin, your tastes are truly unique."
Yin Tian continued to rub salt in Mr. Jin's wound, "I just hadn't seen a chamber pot with such a strange design before, I casually asked about it, but how come you took a liking to it?"
As for Mr. Jin and his group's tailing, how could Yin Tian possibly not have noticed?
However, he didn't make a fuss about it, pretending to be oblivious until he discovered the chamber pot, and then decided to tease him.
Crash!
Mr. Jin violently smashed the chamber pot to the ground.