quickly raised her eyes to glance at Fu Mo'han, then steadied herself and opened the door. 。Outside the door, standing wasn't Old Master Fu but Zhang Ma holding a bowl of black soup. Zhang Ma smiled...one hours to tremble, nearly dropping the phone."You are...""Click..." A disconnected sound came from the receiver. Lin Jinran raised his hand and patted his chest. Out of curiosity, he dialed the number and...