Fu Yan Huo Ming Zhen

After finishing his day's work, Fu Hanlin walked out of the spirit hall and to a willow tree in the courtyard. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his suit pocket and lit one.,It's late now, the windows on the twelfth floor are dark, there's no light, she must be asleep.,"Mr. Huo, Fu Hanlin just came by Miss Fu's apartment complex."。