Jinyan's situation. He inexplicably felt sorry for Lin Jinyan's plight, feeling a touch of sympathy.Fu Shaoqing sighed and turned his gaze forward.——Inside the Fu residence, Fu Mo Han's long fingers...No the mountain, where a few people had gathered on the road they had just taken. It seemed like someone was going to be buried today. 。Some were being helped along, some were in pain howling and crying...