lt;pgt;Fu Yan Huo Mi

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.,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!。