She originally thought that Huo Chichi was her biological daughter after all. As long as she didn't continue to act like a monster, Nuan Nuan would be able to give her a set.

The Huo family is not short of money, nor can they afford it.

When Huo Chichi grows up, he can find someone to marry and everything will be fine.

But who knew that these brats would secretly give Huo Chichi...

Huo Moxing sighed and got angry: "Dad, I think now is not the time to hold people accountable. Let's go and find Chi Chi quickly.

When she returns home safely, you will punish these brats."

This is like a human saying. Huo Zhenting raised his hand and told the seven gourd babies to stop kneeling and get up.

"If you can't find Chichi, remove him from the family tree. Anyway, the Huo family has no shortage of men.

The seven of you plus your unlucky father, every one of you, must get out of here.

Moreover, your little uncle recently gave birth to a son, and I think he is more suitable than you to inherit everything in the Huo family."

Hearing this, Su Mang's face suddenly darkened.

The Huo family could only belong to his husband, and no one could take it away, so he hurriedly flattered her.

"Dad, don't worry, Mo Xing will never let you down again. Let's go find Chi Chi."

Huo Zhenting knew her little thoughts, but he was not in the mood to care about it at the moment. He still had to hurry up and find his sweetheart, little baby.

"Why don't you hurry up and look for it."

The cold voice, like a three-foot green peak, stung everyone and quickly left Tingyuan.

After Huo Qingwu walked out of Tingyuan, blood was still oozing from his forehead. He had no intention of looking for Huo Chichi.

He simply hoped that Huo Chichi would die outside, and he felt that his grandfather was sad now, and after a while, his grandfather would come out of his grief.

When his own father first passed away, his mother was heartbroken and wanted to live or die.

But after only three years of sadness, he turned around and married his step-brother back home.

Therefore, human feelings are very fragile. No one can live without anyone, and they will be forgotten as time goes by.

Even if he is removed from the family tree, when my grandfather gets over the pain.

He is still Huo Qingwu of the Huo family.

Thinking of this, Huo Qingwu turned coldly and rubbed his big black gill.

Huo Qing'er watched the big black g slowly walk away, and his eyes slowly dimmed.

Turned around and returned to Yiyuan.

As soon as he stepped into Yiyuan, Huo Qingyou saw Gu Xuanqing sitting in the living room with a proud look on his face.

But I'm not in the mood to entertain him today.

"If there is nothing important, go out and turn right to find Ye Chengcheng. I have something to do today."

When he first entered the house, Gu Xuanqing heard the Huo family's servant gossiping that the old man of the Huo family was furious because of the loss of the young lady.

If the little lady is not found, all of them will be removed from the family tree.

Now, the whole of Kyoto probably knows who is more important in Mr. Huo's heart.

Gu Xuanqing opened his mouth but didn't speak. He quickly closed his mouth, but when he saw Huo Qing'er's face, he had a bitter look on his face.

I feel very itchy in my heart, probably because you are all kept in the dark and I am the only one who knows the truth.

It's so torturous.

But the little sister of the Huo family, Qian Dingzhu and Wan, had warned her not to expose her whereabouts.

So Gu Xuanqing still suppressed the gossip and kept this secret.

"There is one thing I want to do when I come here. The silk scroll that you said could not be repaired last time has been repaired."

Huo Qingyi scoffed, with a sarcastic smile on his face.

"No way, I can't repair this silk, let alone other people."

Knowing that Huo Qing'er didn't believe it, Gu Xuanqing pushed the wooden box in his hand onto the coffee table, with a arrogant expression on his face.

"When you first repaired the red sandalwood screen, you were so confident, saying that no one but you could repair it, but what happened? It was a slap in the face.

Today, this silk scroll is like a red sandalwood screen. You say it can’t be repaired, so you can open it yourself and take a look.

After reading it, without saying anything else, I just asked you if your face hurts."

Huo Qing'er looked secretly disbelieving, but her body was very honest. She picked up the wooden box, and then gently took out the silk scroll.

When he unfolded the silk scroll and saw the repaired place, his heart skipped a beat.

Is there an antique restorer in Kyoto that he doesn't know about?

Huo Qing'er stretched out her hand and carefully touched the place where the silk scroll had been repaired.

There are no signs of repair at all.

Even if he practiced this superb repair technique for more than ten years, he still wouldn't be able to catch up.

This restoration skill is truly astonishing.

At this time, the expression in Huo Qing'er's eyes changed again and again, from initial disbelief to being impressed by the repair technology, to a dark light in his eyes.

That is the light that thirsts for knowledge.

Huo Qing'er carefully collected the silk scroll, put it into the wooden box, and pushed the wooden box back to Gu Xuanqing.

"Who restored this silk scroll?"

"Confidentiality."

Huo Qing'er: "..."

"This expert has told me many times that if I leak her information, she will never help me repair things in my life."

The thick voice was secretly proud.

Almost furious at Gu Xuanqing's scolding, Huo Qingyou frowned, took out her cell phone, and started again.

"Is it the same as last time? Tell me, how much does this news cost?"

Gu Xuanqing twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at him with disgust.

"Are you crazy? Do you think I'm giving you three melons and two dates?

To be honest, Huo Qing'er's current net worth plus antiques may not be as much as my monthly pocket money."

This is true. The Huo family has many descendants. In order to prevent some of them from growing crooked, my grandfather’s monthly pocket money is fixed, and the amount is pitifully small.

Therefore, most of the money in their hands is earned through their own abilities.

This is why they were so reluctant to give Huo Chichi the 60 million.

After all, it's all your own hard-earned money, and no one would be willing to part with 60 million.

"Then tell me, how can you tell me the news about this expert?"

Although he couldn't tell him the truth, Gu Xuanqing had a pretentious look on his face.

"What are you looking for her for?"

Since the death of his master, Huo Qing'er's repair skills have not improved much. Maybe he was praised by the voices around him. He needs to improve now, and he needs more guidance from experts.

So Huo Qing'er said in a very pious tone: "Become a disciple."

Gu Xuanqing, who was drinking tea, almost squirted.

It's okay to become a disciple, but I guess the little dumpling from the Huo family won't accept it.

And he was very much looking forward to it. What would be the expression on Huo Qing'er's face when he knew that the red sandalwood screen and the silk scrolls were restored by the Huo family's little breast dumplings?

Colorful?

Still dumbfounded?

My jaw will probably drop.
Chapter completed!