The sound of the rain gradually died down, and it almost stopped.
The lake was sparkling, the withered yellow leaves fell, and the water surface shook. The traces of fish that were scared away could be vaguely seen.
In the pavilion, there was only the man kneeling on the ground.
His back was bent, and his posture was like a statue. His expression was unclear, as if he had not moved for a long time.
"Swish-"
His phone rang.
His stiff arm moved a little, and his large palm reached into his pocket.
His listless eyes gradually darkened.
On the screen, Lu Zhui's name flashed.
He stared at it for a long time, and when the vibration was about to stop, he pressed the answer button.
The person on the other end was a little anxious. young master, young Madam and second young master have gone out.
He squeezed out a word from his throat, "
"Yingluo, yes."
