Back at Huo's Manor, it was almost nine o'clock. The engagement banquet had long ended, and the manor was brightly lit.,After greeting each other, Fu Yan sat beside Song Qing˪ and whispered, "Mom, are you feeling better",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.。