d into the living room, she saw Fu Mo Han sitting on the sofa, wearing a custom-made pure black suit.His slender fingers, with a "snap", closed the ultra-thin laptop on his knee. His dark eyes swept o...ing advances. A sharp, piercing pain shot through his head, a throbbing agony that felt like bleeding. 。He wanted to turn around and see who dared to attack him so boldly. With his eyes closed, he fe...