Third-floor study, Mr. Fu, in a brown printed Tang suit, sat behind the desk, holding an antique vase in one hand and slowly rotating it, while holding a magnifying glass in the other, admiring the intricate patterns on the vase's surface, occasionally exclaiming in awe.
The door of the study was ajar. Fu Jianfang knocked and pushed the door open.
"Dad, everyone is here, and the kitchen is almost ready. They're just waiting for the birthday person to make an appearance." Fu Jianfang casually walked to the desk, glanced at the antique vase, "You can put it away and look at it later."
Mr. Fu reluctantly placed the vase back into the brocade box lined with yellow silk, asking casually, "Has Jichen arrived?"
Fu Jianfang smiled slightly, anticipating that he would ask about Fu Jichen: "He's here. Not only did he come himself, but he also brought someone."
Mr. Fu didn't think much of it and put away the magnifying glass: "Who did he bring?"
