"Grandpa, get in the car."
Song Yun stood in front of the car door, but the other person waved his hands repeatedly and backed away, pointing at his own clothes and speaking in a thick rural accent.
"It's fine, the car should have been washed a long time ago."
Without another word, Song Yun grabbed the old man's arm, essentially shoving him into the back seat.
At that moment, Ye Qingqing was in the back seat, glancing back and forth between Song Yun and the elderly man, confused. How did they pick up another person after just one trip down?
"This is Ye Zi's grandfather. I don't know how he ended up in the Magic Capital," Song Yun explained. "Grandpa brought us lots of good food back when we were in college, our whole dormitory still misses that taste."
"Hello," Ye Qingqing greeted the old man with a smile and a nod when she heard it was the grandfather of Song Yun's brother.
