Chapter 917: A Person Invited Thrice

It was a starless moonlit night. Ling Hong and Grandpa Jia stood at the street corner, talking and laughing.

"Grandfather Jia, I drank some liquor just now. So I will have to trouble you to drive me back home," Ling Hong said proactively.

"No problem," Grandpa Jia agreed directly.

"But now that I call you Grandfather Jia, I won't be paying you," Ling Hong said smilingly while getting seated on the passenger seat nimbly.

"Haha. What a coincidence! I never charge my grandson." Grandpa Jia laughed straightforwardly.

"That's perfect. I can save some money." Ling Hong got seated steadily.

"Where are you going?" Grandpa Jia got on the tricycle and asked.

"Purplevine Garden." Ling Hong reported the location where he lived.

That's right. Ling Hong didn't live together with his grandpa, which Grandpa Jia also knew. After all, he and Ling Little Six had maintained contact frequently recently.