Fu Yan Huo Ming Zhen

Fu Hanlin rolled down his car window and sat in the car for a while. He didn't plan to go upstairs to find her. Tomorrow was his grandfather's funeral, and he still had some things to deal with at home.,Huo Mingzheng's action of drinking soup stopped abruptly, and then he left,It's just that heart, or is the thief's heart still not dead。