are you doing talking so much to a murderer" Huo Jingshu's eyes were bloodshot, full of mockery and coldness."Quiet and serene...""I'm not the murderer." Fu Yan looked at her calmly, trying to speak...ully glancing at Huo Mingzheng across from her. His deep gray pajamas set off his eyes like ink, giving him a unique nobility and gentle warmth.Damn it, she's wavering again.Is it Fu Fude who is right...