When it came to his fourth uncle, his gaze inevitably clashed with Fu Jing's. In just a few days, Fu Jing had lost weight, and there was a subtle change in his aura.,In the main seat, Old Master Huo sat in a grand armchair, beads of prayer rotating between his fingers as he gestured towards Huo Mingzheng.,Having finally gotten one over on Fu Yan, how could she possibly miss the chance to flaunt it.。