lt;pgt;Fu Yan Huo Mi

Fu Yan moved her gaze away without a sound. Fu Jing clenched his fist secretly, his eyes falling on Huo Mingzheng who had come in with her.,The tail end of the tone rose slightly, a hint of mockery and coldness that only those in power could truly hear.,Fu Jing's throat felt sore and bitter, a breath stuck in his lungs for a long while before he finally let out a soft "Hmm."。