C95 Lymon's Savior

Mid-autumn was approaching, and the weather gradually cooled down.

The autumn wind blew the leaves off the trees in the yard, whirling them in the air and scattering them.

Lih Mong was sitting in a pavilion in the yard. There was a cup of tea brewing on the wooden table and it was already very late.

At this moment, Lih Juefeng walked into the yard and came to his father's side