In the main seat, Old Master Huo sat in a grand armchair, beads of prayer rotating between his fingers as he gestured towards Huo Mingzheng.,Fu Jing's throat felt sore and bitter, a breath stuck in his lungs for a long while before he finally let out a soft "Hmm.",No matter if it was studying or being pursued, Fu Yan always overshadowed her. She tried her best to come in second, but Fu Yan was always first. The boys who chased after Fu Yan were always more numerous than those who chased after her, even by a significant margin.。