des of gray and black, with a standard cold aesthetic.Fu Yan didn't take much notice, walking up to the spacious desk and saying, "Mr. Fu."The man in front of the computer lowered his head to review t...Xiaoyi pushed open the window, letting fresh air flow into the room.atcoat enveloped her head completely, and Fu Yan emerged from the collar with a delicate but slightly pale face.Running in the cold wind, her voice was low and raspy, "Can you let the people in the vi...