Su Ye looked at Su Jiuguo,
"Dad, are we really not selling our family's 'Secret Luo'?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, Su Jiuguo's face turned even uglier.
"You, you—you'd wreck our ancestral foundation just to satisfy your pathetic desires??"
Was this daughter missing men in her past life or what?
One after another, and still not enough??
Su Ye was a bit anxious just now. She badly wanted to sell off Secret Luo fast and make absolutely sure he wouldn't come looking again.
Too bad she'd forgotten.
This Secret Luo was an heirloom secret treasure, far too precious.
How could her father possibly just sell it?
She was scolded into backing away, unable to lift her head, ending up retreating right in front of Su Qing.
In that instant, Su Ye actually had the illusion that Su Qing was way more amiable than her dad.
Su Jiuguo got so mad that his sleeve swept the table corner, knocking the teacup to the floor.
The crisp crack was especially sharp.
