C599 Cultivation and quality

Yue Zhonghai held Zhang Mingyue's small hand and walked into the courtyard. A bald man in his sixties. A pair of triangular eyes watched as Yue Zhonghai entered the courtyard through the open door. When he saw Huang Er, he understood who the person was.

"Hehe, you're from Zhong Hai's house? I didn't have a stool, so I stood and spoke