"Grandpa!"
"Grandpa! Grandpa! Grandpa! Grandpa——"
Su Ming'an sat in the back seat of the truck, covering his ears. Beside him, Noah kept calling him "grandpa" incessantly. The others looked at them with strange expressions, even Sen, who was in the passenger seat, turned his head back.
"City Lord, do you really have this blood relation?" Sen asked cautiously.
"No," Su Ming'an said irritably.
"Sen, don't mind Little Handsome, who knows what weird play they're into," Xi, who was driving the truck, chortled.
Sen did not dare to ask more and simply turned his head back.
Ten whole years had passed since the Dawn War. Grey hairs had started to appear on Sen's head, but Noah and Xi still looked like young men, seemingly the appearance of the Nine Thrones such as Tretiya, Xi, Noah, and Beili Sier did not age with time.
"Grandpa. Acto Grandpa, Lewis Grandpa, City Lord Grandpa..." Noah kept calling.
