An Ning's words, "Grandpa Jiang, please slow down," made everyone in the courtyard turn to look.
The moment Yu the Elder saw Mr. Jiang Sr., he shot to his feet in disbelief and staggered a few steps forward.
Mr. Jiang Sr. pretended to let go of An Ning's hand and quickly walked forward a few steps as well.
The two old men stopped about five or six meters apart. Mr. Jiang Sr.'s eyes were streaming with tears, while Yu the Elder was so overcome with emotion that his legs felt weak.
"Slick Jiang!"
"Yu Dabing!"
The peculiar nicknames made the others in the courtyard suppress their smiles. The two old men, now the center of attention, tremblingly walked toward each other and clasped hands, overcome with emotion.
"You're still alive?"
"Of course! If you, Yu Dabing, are still alive, then so am I!"
The emotional reunion between the two old men lasted but a second before they started roasting each other.
"Look at all your wrinkles."
