Although the words of the rickshaw grandpa had arrived suddenly, Ling Hong still answered. After all, he was quite familiar with this rickshaw grandpa and someone staring beside so he had to behave himself.
"Yes," Ling Hong nodded.
"Your grandfather is surnamed Ling as well?" asked the rickshaw grandpa.
"Of course," Ling Hong felt like laughing. Of course his grandfather's surname was Ling.
When the rickshaw saw Ling Hong nodding, he blanked out for a while before raising his head again.
Grandfather Ling seemed to have understood something as well. However, he was afraid that his feeling was misleading him and thus, he did not say anything.
"Little Six? You are Ling Little Six?" asked the rickshaw grandpa while gazing at Grandfather Ling.
