The hand holding the phone had evenly proportioned and slender bones, it clenched suddenly. The streetlight illuminated the windshield, leaving half of his face in shadow, devoid of color.,Huo Mingzheng had just come out of the bathroom. After he sent a WeChat message to Fu Yan, he sat on the sofa and waited for a while but didn't get her reply. He went to take a shower.,"What did he do" He wiped his hair, sat down on the sofa, threw down the towel, picked up the hangover soup that Lao Shu had just brought in, and took a sip.。