lt;pgt;Fu Yan Huo Mi

Back at Huo's Manor, it was almost nine o'clock. The engagement banquet had long ended, and the manor was brightly lit.,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.,The tail end of the tone rose slightly, a hint of mockery and coldness that only those in power could truly hear.。