Xu Qinghuan Fu Huai

He finished speaking and then bowed his head to begin treating his wounds.,This was the first time the two of them had breakfast together. Xu Qinghuan seemed absent-minded, her mind full of how to handle the Huaye project.,After Fu Yan finished her meal, she gracefully wiped her thin lips. She was still frowning, thinking about it, and there was still half a bowl of porridge left.。