He wasn't a heavy smoker, barely smoking a few cigarettes in a month. But after days of constant spinning, his nerves were frayed. The nicotine rolled through his lungs, bringing a brief sense of ease, but with it came the crushing weight of grief over losing a loved one.,The bodyguard on the phone hesitated for a moment, "Mr. Fu, don't you know Miss Fu has already moved to Mr. Huo Mingzheng's place.",Huo Mingzheng's action of drinking soup stopped abruptly, and then he left。