Fu Yan Huo Ming Zhen

The hand holding the phone had evenly proportioned and slender bones, it clenched suddenly. The streetlight illuminated the windshield, leaving half of his face in shadow, devoid of color.,As soon as the call connected, he immediately hung up and tossed his phone onto the passenger seat.,Huo Mingzheng had just come out of the bathroom. After he sent a WeChat message to Fu Yan, he sat on the sofa and waited for a while but didn't get her reply. He went to take a shower.。