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.,Not at all affected, Huo Jing's satisfaction didn't come close to her imagined victory. It felt like punching a cotton ball, completely pointless effort. This makeup was really annoying, it didn't have any effect!。