lt;pgt;Fu Yan Huo Mi

He was wearing a dark suit, his brow creased with a coldness that seemed deeper than before. He appeared more mature and composed, but also a touch melancholic.,In the main seat, Old Master Huo sat in a grand armchair, beads of prayer rotating between his fingers as he gestured towards Huo Mingzheng.,Having finally gotten one over on Fu Yan, how could she possibly miss the chance to flaunt it.。