"Hey." Dylan's uncle, Uncle Darien, nodded at his nephew. He smiled brightly. "It's good that you managed to come here. I thought you're trapped somewhere and can't come here."
"The flood is gone, so the road is opened again." Dylan looked back helplessly. "Isn't it normal for me to come here, Second Uncle?"
"Good, good." Uncle Darien nodded.
"Ehem."
Old Master Daniels looked at these two people who talked with themselves and completely forgot about him. He's such a big man over here, but his son and grandson can forget about him?
Ah, these two were really something.
"Father," Uncle Darien greeted his father and smiled helplessly. "I have already prepared your room. There's also a separate parking lot for the people who live in the central area. It's a large building that specifically dedicated for our cars."
"Good, did you bring your car?"
"Yes?"
