By the end of November, the autumn mood in Yanjing was already quite strong.
The days had shortened significantly, and by past five, dusk had begun.
When Luo Liansheng and Luo Ziling arrived, Yang Yuanshan welcomed them into the courtyard for tea.
Because there were no tall buildings obstructing the view, the sunlight in the courtyard was quite good.
Having tea with the glow of the setting sun felt rather nice.
When Ling Ruonan and Luo Xusheng arrived, the glow had already faded, but the warmth lingered, and Yang Yuanshan still hosted them in the courtyard.
They didn't discuss anything important, just casually chatted about some trivial matters.
By five-thirty, dusk had settled in, and Yang Yuanshan invited them inside, ready for dinner.
He no longer mentioned Yang Yunlin, but his slightly furrowed brows revealed his mood.
The fact that Yang Yunlin was still not here this late had made him angry.
