At night.
Ming Zhi and the others brought Fu Ting and Fu Pei to the old mansion. It was a courtyard house in a prime location in the capital. The tall red walls were surrounded by crepe myrtle flowers and surrounded the majestic palace. From the inside to the outside, it exuded the aura of a rich man.
Old Madam Fu stood at the door and waited. She was wearing an old-fashioned loose shirt with a slanted lapel. Her white hair was tied up, and even though she was old, one could still see the magnificence of her youth.
Mingzhi brought Fu Ting and Fu Pei to her and introduced them to each other.
Fu Ting folded her hands in front of her and greeted politely and obediently," Great-Grandma, hello.""
Moonlight shone through the branches of the tall Camphor tree and fell on Fu Ting's face. Her long hair flowed down her shoulders like a crow's feather, making her skin look even fairer and her lips redder.
