Fu Yan Huo Ming Zhen

Just as he was about to drive away, he suddenly remembered the bodyguard he had sent to secretly protect Fu Yan. He hadn't contacted them for several days. After his grandfather's death, he had things to deal with every day that never ended.,The hand holding the phone had evenly proportioned and slender bones, it clenched suddenly. The streetlight illuminated the windshield, leaving half of his face in shadow, devoid of color.,At the same time, Huo Mingzheng received a call from his bodyguard.。