r fifty, he still radiates vitality and commands presence in every gesture. 。He strode down the stairs and stood beside He Shumei. A pair of eyes, very similar to Fu Mo's cold, but with a muddy gaze...Shan'er's gaze swept across the room, quickly settling on the vase of flowers. She picked up the vase and hurled it at Lin Jinran.Lin Jin's pupils constricted, she hurriedly raised her arm to block it...