Chapter 511 Be Afraid Of Ghosts (1) (1/2)

The man responded uneasily to him with a scornful sneer. Hearing that, Mark couldn't help but pinch his lips, waiting for the result.

”Well, how can you do something wrong? It's nothing but destroying an antique porcelain cup.”

”……”

As their eyes met, sparks flickered in the air.

”Richie, I'll pay you...”

”No need. I haven't given you anything. This cup is your gift.”

Said Richie as he waved his hand triumphantly. He had made up his mind to let it go.

Gift for the first seeing...

Since he had smashed them to pieces, he decided to clear up the mess before leaving!

Mark did not dare to show any dissatisfaction on his face. He could only twitch his lips silently, and then restrain his emotions. He pretended to be flattered.

”Thank you so much for your gift!”

”Keep it for me. If I find anything wrong in the future, it means you don't respect me.”

”… Well, fine, even if you don't tell me, I will still treasure it.”

They talked for a while. Obviously, Richie had asked the farmer, who was keeping the manor, to bring him a wooden box.

When holding the box in a serious manner, Mark could not help but burst into tears. Then he bent down to piece the cup fragments, which were stained with water, into one piece by one.

But the doubts in his heart were getting bigger and bigger.

Why did Richie ask him to come here? It was impossible to simply invite him to have tea.

He was not so idle. Mark thought it was out of the question.

After putting away the cup fragments solemnly, he breathed a sigh of relief and carefully placed the box on the low table beside his hand.

”Richie, how about this...”

However, Richie only said indifferently, ”If you don't drink it now, the tea will be cold.”