Little Bun had comforted everyone and had already squatted down by that small pile of porcelain shards.
The shards that had scratched Le Wenfeng in the bedroom were indeed from a ceramic cup he had brought in while dizzy from drinking too much alcohol before.
After all, during his time at the Rong Family, he had listened absentmindedly, only focusing on the fact that the doors and windows must not be closed, completely forgetting that it was best not to have ceramic objects in the room.
And that thing that was 'fished' up yesterday left behind only this small pile of shattered porcelain pieces.
The pale aqua ceramic shards were broken into pieces, and Tang Jin reached out—
Before he could start putting them together, Tang Wenhuo picked him up.
Le Wenfeng hadn't reacted yet when Rong Yinghui put on gloves and crouched down authoritatively, "I'll do it."
This set of actions was smooth and seamless, executed in perfect coordination.