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.,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.,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."。