o stand before the two.He was wearing a black loungewear set, the high collar just skimming the edge of his Adam's apple. A dark gray knitted cardigan was layered over it, and his straight-legged pant...lder, kicking Chen Shu over.At that speed, it must be instinct.How could Huo Mingzheng possibly deal with Yan...A tugging sensation came from his sleeve. He turned back, and Fu Yan was pulling him, he...