Fu Yan Huo Ming Zhen

The car drove through half the city, into an average residential area, and finally stopped in a familiar spot.,It's late now, the windows on the twelfth floor are dark, there's no light, she must be asleep.,Thinking back, Fu Hanlin often drove to Fu Yan's residence. He never bothered her, just sat in the car. By behavior alone, he was considered a gentleman.。