lt;pgt;Fu Yan Huo Mi

When it came to his fourth uncle, his gaze inevitably clashed with Fu Jing's. In just a few days, Fu Jing had lost weight, and there was a subtle change in his aura.,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.,Ho Mingzheng let out a light chuckle, his gaze sweeping over Huo Jingshu who had also stood up and was now arm in arm with him. "Jingshu has grown up. In the future, she should live a good life with her own husband. Don't be so willful anymore."。