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.,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.。