twitched violently, could Mr. Huo really be eating congee hereIn Huo Mingzheng's mind echoed what Fu Yan had told the proprietress earlier - beef congee with a generous amount of meat, no cilantro, a...Aji slowly pushed the wheelchair. It had stopped raining, and the butler hurried forward to take over Aji's work.that last bit of sincerity as a bet."She looked into Huo Mingzheng's eyes, "You asked me why there are a pair of men's shoes at my doorstep. Because I live alone, I need to be safe. You didn't notice...