In the main seat, Old Master Huo sat in a grand armchair, beads of prayer rotating between his fingers as he gestured towards Huo Mingzheng.,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.",Not at all affected, Huo Jing's satisfaction didn't come close to her imagined victory. It felt like punching a cotton ball, completely pointless effort. This makeup was really annoying, it didn't have any effect!。