ofa was still the one from yesterday. Thinking about him appearing downstairs at her house early this morning, he couldn't have been there all night, could heThe kettle whistled, he poured the boiling...The her body. "He's ours, Fu Yan," he said. "No matter how much you deny it, the blood running through his veins is mine, Huo Mingzheng's.""Can you give him a legitimate identity"Huo Mingzheng's eyes wer...