The hand holding the phone had evenly proportioned and slender bones, it clenched suddenly. The streetlight illuminated the windshield, leaving half of his face in shadow, devoid of color.,He scrolled through his phone, locating Fu Yan's number. He wanted to call and ask her what was wrong. Knowing Fu Yan as he did, she wouldn't easily move in with Huo Mingzheng. She appeared gentle and easy to handle, but deep down, she was very stubborn.,It's just that heart, or is the thief's heart still not dead。