ent, and asked, "Whose fruit congee was cooked"The topic change was too abrupt, making Fu Yan feel that this question had been dwelling in his mind for a long time. However, Huo Mingzheng wasn't such...Aji slowly pushed the wheelchair. It had stopped raining, and the butler hurried forward to take over Aji's work.Aji slowly pushed the wheelchair. It had stopped raining, and the butler hurried forward to take over Aji's work.