Jian Yufei ignored him, stepped forward, and grabbed the man's clothes.
"Dad—"
The man turned around, showing a stranger's face, not Xiao Zexin's.
He just had a similar back and build to Xiao Zexin.
Jian Yufei's eyes couldn't hide her disappointment as she let go of his hand, "Sorry..."
The man looked at her once and walked away.
Suddenly, someone grabbed her wrist, holding tightly.
Jian Yufei turned her head and saw a tall blond man.
He glared at her fiercely and began babbling while pointing at the shattered vase on the ground.
Jian Yufei quickly realized that she had accidentally broken it.
"I'm sorry, I'll pay you, how much is it?" she asked apologetically.
The man chuckled, "This is an antique, it'll be ten thousand British Pounds in total."
Jian Yufei only understood a few words, ten thousand British Pounds...
"Hey, if you don't pay, watch out or I'll beat you up!" The man shook his large fist.
Jian Yufei wasn't foolish; she had clearly encountered a scammer.
