Last time, in her haste, Tian Guihua had only briefly met with Fu Bo. She hadn't looked closely and wasn't very attentive. All her attention was focused on the child who had a red mole in the same position as her son.

"Brother Fang," Fu JiuJiu rushed into Fang JinTang's arms.

Little bundles of cuteness are the best, you can ask for hugs without any hesitation.

Fang Jintang saw that the little dumpling was also delighted, opened his arms and hugged him tight, and even weighed him in his arms.

"Chirp chirp, you've gotten heavier again."

Fu Jiu Jiu pouted, who would want to hear that they were fat?

"Well, you've grown taller," Fang Jintang said with a smile. "It's been a while, Xiao Chiuchiu has grown so much."

Tien Guihua looked at Fang Jin Tang with some excitement, "Chiu Chiu, come down quickly." M..

"Auntie, it's okay."

"Fu Jiu Jiu cocked her mouth, "It's okay? You just said I was heavy?"

Fang Jintang burst into laughter, the little girl pouted, "It's not heavy, not at all! It's Brother Fang who's wrong. Don't be angry, Chi-chi, okay?"

"Okay, hehe." Fu Jiujiu was very good at knowing when to stop.

Uncle Fu watched the two people getting closer, his heart was very uneasy. Could this be the relationship of blood?

Tian Guihua doesn't know her, but she knows Tian Guihua.

Although many years have passed, guilt kept him deeply remembering this woman.

Fu Baimian was seeing Fang Jin Tang for the first time, and his heart was truly shaken. He inexplicably felt that this was his lost son.

But the key points, the four golden ones, have already been analyzed for him.

I want to get Seven Jin back, and make sure he is unharmed. But we can't rush things.

Fu Baiman thought of the fourth son's words, suppressing the urge to rush over and hug him, but his hand had already involuntarily raised up.

Finally, he just patted Fang Jin Tang's shoulder, "Master Fang traveled far and wide, come in quickly, have some tea and snacks."

Fan Jin Tang thought this move was a bit abrupt, but perhaps it was just a way of expressing enthusiasm.

Fang Jintang was being led forward by the little dumpling. Fu Baiwan looked at his back and said to Fu Sijin, "It's him, Sijin, it's really Lao Qi, I'm sure it's Lao Qi."

"Father, bear with it." Fu Si Jin knew this was difficult, but before knowing how the Seventh brother got to the Fang family, he couldn't be too rash.

It wouldn't be good if we let the good people get hurt.

And it's obvious that the Fang family treats Lao Qi as their own, so we can't afford to be reckless.

Fu Sijin's consideration is justifiable, and Fu Baiman also understands this.

Fu Bo had already stopped Fang Jin Tang from coming to the Fu family, but Fang Jin Tang insisted on coming, and he didn't want to say too much for fear of being discovered.

That's why he walked beside her all the way. Seeing Fang Jin Tang and the Fu family chatting happily, laughing from time to time, his worry grew heavier.

"Young master, we need to get down to business quickly and go back as soon as possible." Uncle Fu reminded Fang Jintang in a low voice.

After only a few sentences, Fong Kam-tong felt somewhat disappointed. He wasn't particularly fond of doing business anyway, but Fu Bo was right; serious matters needed attention.

First, he went to check the quality of the ginseng. With such a large quantity and good quality, even Uncle Fu was very surprised.

On his way here, he really doubted whether the Fu family had discovered something and wanted to lure the young master back with this scheme, so that he would reveal the truth.

It seems he overthought it.

The ginseng quality was pretty good, so Fang Jin Tang calculated the price according to what he had previously discussed with Fu Sijin.

There are a total of eight thousand three hundred taels.

"Uncle Fu," Fang Tangjin noticed Uncle Fu was daydreaming, he suspected that maybe he was tired.

Fu Bo directly took out a silver note, which surprised Fang Tangjin very much. In the past, Fu Bo would always haggle over the price, but this time he asked without asking.

"Uncle Fu, don't you have anything to say?" Fang Jintang raised an eyebrow.

Fu Bo shook his head, "Young Master, it's getting late. Let's set off and go back early!"

Fang Tangjin smiled. "Uncle Fu, can you still eat? I feel like you're not quite here. Are you feeling unwell?"

It's not just him, Fu Jiujiao also noticed that this old man has been absent-minded ever since he walked in.

This shouldn't be the case. According to this, Lord Fang, who was bedridden with a serious illness, should definitely send a capable assistant to his son. He wouldn't send a goofy old man like this.

There's definitely something going on here.

Fu Jiujiu's eyes rolled around. She was small and nobody noticed her. She picked up a small stone and, just as Fu Bo insisted on leaving and had already started to walk out, she squeezed the stone in her hand and threw it with all her might.

"Ouch! That hurts," Fu Bo exclaimed.

Everyone rushed over nervously to check on him. Fang Jintang's face was grave with concern as he asked, "Fu Bo, what's wrong with you?"

Fu Bo paused for a moment before speaking, "It's nothing, just a sudden leg pain, it's not a big deal, let's go back."

"Fang Jin Tang sighed, "Or maybe you should rest..."

"No, I can do it."

Fu Chi-Chi shook her head, her face pale with pain. She said she could manage, but this old man really didn't want Fang Tangjin to stay home for even a minute longer.

Alas... she truly didn't want to, but... who could blame her when the old man disrupted the family reunion?

Fu Bo insisted on leaving, and Fang Jin Tang could only follow him.

However, as soon as Fu Bo stood up, the leg that had felt like it was cramping earlier cramped again. This time, the pain was so severe that he couldn't even speak.

"Big brother Fang, grandpa is in so much pain, why don't you just stay here at my house for a while longer."

Fang Jin Tang hadn't played with the little dumpling for very long anyway, his heart ached at the thought of her leaving. Now that she was so understanding, he naturally nodded in agreement.

"I'm fine, young master. Let's go."

Just as Fu JiuJiu thought she might have to make a third move, Fang JinTang suddenly stiffened his face and said, “Fu Bo, we’re not leaving.”

But...

Fong Kam-tong shook his head. "Your health is important. Even if you want to leave, you have to wait until you're better."

Tian Guihua felt that even Heaven was helping her, so she quickly urged, "Yes, even if you're leaving, don't rush. Take a rest first. My fifth son is a doctor and will be home this afternoon. Let him take a look at you before making any decisions."

"That's right, old brother. Nothing is more important than your health. Young Master Fang is also worried about you," Fu Baimian chimed in.

The Fu family are all good people, Fu Bo knows that, but guilt makes him unable to stay here.

Given this situation, he could only stay put.

"Then I'll be in your debt, Young Master. I just need a little rest."

When Fang Jin Tang saw that he finally stopped insisting on leaving, he nodded. "Uncle Fu is right, your health comes first, Fu Bo. You've been too tired lately."

Although he was worried about Uncle Fu, the thought of being able to play with the little dumpling for a while longer filled his heart with joy.

"I'm going to cook." said Tian Guihua.

"Mother, there's no need for you to cook. Let me do it," said Mrs. Wu.

"No, I'll cook dinner today," said Tian Guihua, shaking her head.

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