Finally, on the evening of the twenty-ninth, we arrived in Yanjing, and a young man was already waiting outside.
"Uncle, Aunt, Yingjie, come this way." Huo Yingjun hurriedly greeted his uncle's family as they emerged from the train station.
"Yingjun, it's you who came to pick us up today!" Wei Zhekun said with a smile, "How are your grandparents doing?"
"Grandpa and grandma are doing well," Huo Yingjun replied, while taking the luggage from Jiang Lifang's hands, "Aunt, let me take that."
Jiang Lifang didn't stand on ceremony with Huo Yingjun and smiled back, "Then we'll have to trouble you, Yingjun."
"What are you talking about, Aunt! It's my duty as a nephew to pick up my uncle and aunt, isn't it?" said Huo Yingjun. "It's cold outside, let's hurry back."
Although Huo Yingjun hadn't spoken to Huo Yingjie, he patted him on the shoulder twice.