He was wearing a dark suit, his brow creased with a coldness that seemed deeper than before. He appeared more mature and composed, but also a touch melancholic.,Fu Jing stood up. He was over six feet tall, his aura not shrinking at all, as he met his gaze, "Second brother.",Not at all affected, Huo Jing's satisfaction didn't come close to her imagined victory. It felt like punching a cotton ball, completely pointless effort. This makeup was really annoying, it didn't have any effect!。