Zheng Qingyuan thought that breaking a blue and white ceramic would be the end of this year.
However, it turned out to be just the beginning.
During the rest of New Year's Eve, the crisp sound of ceramics shattering kept repeating - from the sturdy wooden chair made of yellow rosewood, to the exquisite cup carved from white crystal, and then to the silver forks and spoons, all destroyed under Zheng Qing's touch.
Witnessing the Warlock continuously crushing two chairs, breaking five cups, and bending an entire set of cutlery, even someone as slow as Su Ya realized this was definitely abnormal and couldn't continue to say 'shattered shards bring peace.'
"I'll pay for it."
The young cost student muttered.
