Chapter 409

chronic illness, thin as a rail. There was kindness in his eyes and features, with a hint of familiarity, as if I had seen him somewhere before.The front hall was brightly lit. Old Master Huo glanced... something in French that Fu Yan couldn't understand, but the tone of voice was much gentler than the person who had broken into the house before.But whether one's tone is gentle or not should not be...