Crack.

The phone screen shattered when it hit the ground.

Hank hurriedly bent down to pick up the phone and once again looked at everything at home without caring about the broken screen.

Jessica also turned on the flashlight on her cell phone and together they looked at the state of the house. Never mind the lack of luxury decoration, it was even worse than a shack.

“Hank, are we in the wrong house?”

Jessica was still holding onto false hope.

Hank walked inside and said, “That’s impossible. My key wouldn’t be able to open the door if it was the wrong house.

“This is my house. What happened here? Where are my appliances? Is that all there is?”

The more Hank looked, the darker his expression became.

He stood in front of the dining table which he had paid for.

A lightbulb moment hit him.

He suddenly understood.

It was Liberty.

“Liberty!”

He shouted up as the thought crossed his mind.

“She smashed up my house!”

Hank was furious.

Jessica immediately said, “Let’s call the p