lt;pgt;Fu Yan Huo Mi

Back at Huo's Manor, it was almost nine o'clock. The engagement banquet had long ended, and the manor was brightly lit.,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.,Not at all affected, Huo Jing's satisfaction didn't come close to her imagined victory. It felt like punching a cotton ball, completely pointless effort. This makeup was really annoying, it didn't have any effect!。