Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

After Fu Ting and Fu Pei finished breakfast, Fu Pei still had to make the announcement, so he had to send Fu Ting back to Fu Sihang's villa first.

Mingzhi had been waiting in the villa last night. When she saw Fu Ting coming back, she took her hand and said, "Xiao Ting, your great grandma didn't mean it yesterday, she has let go and won't interfere with you and Xiao Pei. things, so can you stop being angry?"

Fu Ting smiled in a good-natured manner, "I'm not angry, I know that my great grandmother is doing it for me and my father."

Mingzhi breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face, and rubbed Fu Ting's hair lightly, "The old lady's birthday banquet will be held in a few days. We plan to announce your existence at the birthday banquet, Xiao Ting, do you think it's okay? ?"

Fu Ting nodded, and then said, "My father is still on the rise in his career. I think it's better not to say that I'm his daughter."

After all, how could a normal person use his own genes to synthesize a child? She didn't want to be caught by black fans and attack her father.

Fu Pei also told her last night that he planned to announce it to the public after he became an actor and had a strong foundation.

Mingzhi of course respected Fu Ting's choice. She thought for a while and reminded gently, "There will be many people from the upper circles on the birthday banquet, Xiao Ting, remember to prepare a birthday gift for the old lady."

Fu Ting nodded thoughtfully.

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Cen Juan was also thinking about the birthday gift. This was the first time that Fu Ting faced the aristocratic circle as the youngest granddaughter of the Fu family.

He drove Fu Ting to Antique Underground City.

Today's celebrities and nobles are keen to collect valuable things, such as gold and antiques, which can add value, and the older they are, the more precious they are.

The antique city is very big, and there are stalls everywhere. Some people sell real goods and some people sell fake ones. It depends on whether you have the eyesight. If you buy the real one, you are lucky. If you buy the fake one, you can only admit that you are unlucky.

Fu Ting walked in and looked at the stalls one by one.

Finally, I fixed my eyes on a beautiful line, beige glaze, criss-crossing ice cracks, and textured porcelain!

The vendor's owner is a bald man, and he actively recommends it, "The girl is really good-looking! This is a porcelain ice crack in the Southern Song Dynasty. It has a history of thousands of years and only one million!"

Ice cracks, also known as open slices, is an ancient Chinese ceramic firing process. It originally belonged to a variety of Longquan celadon. The production process of ice cracks is very complicated, and it was lost after the demise of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Treasures like this can be sent directly to the National Heritage Museum. One million is really a good deal.

Before Fu Ting could speak, a dark old man who was standing next to the stall grinned, "He's a fake, it's just a broken glass bottle, you can buy several for ten yuan, why don't you come to see me, little girl, I have a lot of good stuff."

Fu Ting took advantage of the situation to look over, and saw that the little old man's stall was full of dark and unknown antiques, and with a shake, several layers of ashes could be dropped.

People who come to Antique City won't even look at him here.

The bald-headed man scolded furiously, "Stay away, you old man, who cares about your junk, don't bother me with my business."

After he finished speaking, he heard to Fu again, "Don't listen to him, little girl, he is a liar, and all he sells is junk."

Fu Ting pursed her lips and smiled, without commenting.

"Boss, since this lady is hesitant, then I will."

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