with Fu Mo'han, she stole glances at the man beside her. He was just as he always was: sword-like brows slightly furrowed, cold and aloof, not a hint of joy at returning home.Perhaps that home, too, j...d Young Master," she said.Fu Mo's face was frosty, he strode towards the door and walked out. Seeing a bright red Ferrari parked downstairs, Fu Shaoqing stood leaning against the car door, seemingly w...