A young man named Yu Cheng, along with Xiao Zi, kowtowed to Old Sir Wu and then presented him with an antique snuff bottle, an intended birthday gift that Yu Cheng had chosen.
After a glance, Old Sir Wu's eyes flashed with surprise.
As someone who had studied antiques for many years, Old Sir Wu recognized that the item was a sham.
However, knowing Yu Cheng's background, Old Sir Wu couldn't believe that the young man would purposely deceive him with a counterfeit. It seemed more likely that he had been tricked by an unscrupulous seller.
With that in mind, Old Sir Wu smiled and said: "It's the thought that counts. Stand up you two."
"Thank you, Grandfather."
"Thank you, Old Sir."
Both Yu Cheng and Xiao Zi stood up.
"What a lovely couple."
"Indeed, they are, both talented and good-looking."
"I heard that Yu Cheng is the son of Tiansheng Media, quite a prestigious background."
"Xiao Zi is more sensible than the last one," someone commented.
