Fu Yueyuan's eyes widened in horror: "Fox Demon!"
Fu Qiyue's voice trembled: "Fox, Fox Demon?!"
The father and daughter duo turned pale, their voices rising several notches.
Huo Yirong, sitting in the lounge, frowned in annoyance and reached for his ear.
The duo's voices were so loud they were hurting his eardrums.
However, a Fox Demon?
Huo Yirong's eyes scanned Fu Yinru, whose expression remained unchanged, a strange look appearing on his handsome face.
Throughout history, Fox Demons had a bad reputation; they lived by sucking human blood and vitality.
No matter how he looked at Fu Yinru, he didn't seem weak at all. If anything, his younger brother who was perpetually ill seemed more like someone a Fox Demon would haunt.