C63 Grasshopper on a Rope

It was already late at night, and there was almost no one in the park.

Stepping on the pitch black asphalt, a huge octagonal pavilion quickly appeared before Yu Tianzuo's eyes. At the same time, a young, tender voice of a child quietly came from the direction of the octagonal pavilion, it was the voice of a young boy, flirting with his father, complaining about his dissatisfaction