Nine Dragon Cup in Hand

Niu Er was instantly annoyed. "I can't give this to you."

As he spoke, he was about to snatch it.

Ye Feng's face also darkened. "Brother Niu, aren't you being too petty? I've already bought something from you worth more than 6 million yuan, and you can't even bear to give me such a small item?"

Third Hair chimed in, "Yeah Brother Niu, isn't it just a broken cup? You might as well give it to Mr. Ye."

"What do you know? That's our family heirloom. It was passed down from my grandfather's grandfather." Niu Er glared at him, obviously blaming him for siding with outsiders.

Ye Feng revealed a furious expression. He took out the Nine Dragon Cup and smashed it on the table.

Of course, he controlled his strength. It seemed like he was using a lot of strength, but it was actually very light.