ons.Huo Mingzheng paused, his hand wrapping around hers. His expression was cold and sharp, but Fu Yan kept her gaze locked on his, not missing the fleeting darkness that crossed his eyes for a moment...edside table.He leaned sideways, picked up his phone, swiped the screen open, clicked on WeChat, and looked at the pinned profile picture, a fair and slender hand holding a bouquet of roses.Time ticke...