The air held a moment of silence.
Ming Yao's hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly.
She glanced towards the bedroom out of the corner of her eye; the sound just now had come from the room.
If she wasn't mistaken, it seemed like her vase had been broken?
The vase dated back to the late Ming and early Qing dynasty, which she had acquired at an auction for a seven-digit sum.
Her windows were tightly closed, so it definitely wasn't knocked over by the wind.
Ming Yao's thick and curly lashes drooped, hiding the emotions in her beautiful eyes.
"Eh, did I just hear something?" a male colleague said with a puzzled face.
"I heard it too, it sounded like something shattered."
Si Ye looked towards Ming Yao, "Little Yao, I'll go have a look."
In an instant, Ming Yao's heart rose to her throat.
