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.,The tail end of the tone rose slightly, a hint of mockery and coldness that only those in power could truly hear.,Ho Mingzheng let out a light chuckle, his gaze sweeping over Huo Jingshu who had also stood up and was now arm in arm with him. "Jingshu has grown up. In the future, she should live a good life with her own husband. Don't be so willful anymore."。