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.,After greeting each other, Fu Yan sat beside Song Qing˪ and whispered, "Mom, are you feeling better",The tail end of the tone rose slightly, a hint of mockery and coldness that only those in power could truly hear.。