Xu Qinghuan Fu Huai

He was still in that dark silk robe, his sleep-tousled hair making him seem less fierce and more approachable.,"Five minutes." Fu Yan Shi didn't sit down like a grandfather either, but went to the kitchen to help her bring out the toasted bread.,He could allow for happy reunions, yet in his words there seemed to be a hint of indulgence and helplessness...。