C151 The Hand of the Son and the Child Grow Old Together

Sunshine Flower Room.

Lyi Yang was lying on a woven rattan chair, reading a fashion magazine in her hand. The cream was curled up at her feet, enjoying the sunlight and the fragrance of flowers. She slept soundly.

After about an hour, her phone rang.

Lyi Yang took out her phone and impatiently opened the text message. Seeing the words on it, she could not help but feel a little disappointed.