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Song Yunuan gladly consented, she told Xiaocao to look at the textbooks when idle, and ask others about words she didn't recognize, by the way, Xiaocao actually knew some pinyin and characters, it was just that she hadn't systematically studied them.
Zheng Dong drove his jeep towards the direction of the city center.
Since Zheng Dong was driving, Song Yunuan didn't feel it was appropriate to inquire about how Grandpa Zheng's illness was.
Also, who was Zheng Dong going to see?
After all, this was the urban area, where the streets were particularly busy with people coming and going.
Then the jeep headed straight for Pine Tree Alley.
Song Yunuan looked at the back of Zheng Dong's head with a hint of peculiarity.
She and her brother were sitting in the back.
Little Asheng quietly tugged at Song Yunuan's hand, and she patted him on the head.
Zheng Dong parked the car not far from Old Mr. Ji's home.
