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.,After greeting each other, Fu Yan sat beside Song Qing˪ and whispered, "Mom, are you feeling better",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.。