When it came to his fourth uncle, his gaze inevitably clashed with Fu Jing's. In just a few days, Fu Jing had lost weight, and there was a subtle change in his aura.,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.,Fu Jing's throat felt sore and bitter, a breath stuck in his lungs for a long while before he finally let out a soft "Hmm."。