Yun Jian could clearly see that the old man wearing a shabby straw raincoat and a bamboo hat was walking towards them with a simple and honest smile. When he handed the umbrella in his hand to Ling Qianqian, Ling Qianqian’s face suddenly stiffened.
The old man who brought the umbrella was none other than the old man who sold pickled vegetables that Yun Jian often came to the market.
The old man was obviously the son of an old man. He had Ling Qianqian as his daughter, so he was usually very protective of her.
To be honest, the old man was wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat. When he walked into the Royal Academy of Nobility, which was considered a first-class aristocratic academy in the country, he indeed felt a strong sense of dissonance.
However, the old man’s simple and honest expression made it hard for people to scold him.
