At noon, Michael took Yahya's special car back to the old residential area where he lived.
Compared to the past, there was a bag in his hand. It was heavy and he didn't know what it contained.
With an excited smile on his face, Michael walked quickly to his residence.
"Michael!" Before he reached the door of his house, a shout came from not far away.
Michael stopped and turned to look.
A square-faced middle-aged man walked quickly toward him.
He was about 50 years old. His face was full of bumps, and there were many white hairs on his temples. He looked tired. Anyone who looked at him would understand that he was a middle-aged man who had suffered a lot.
"Jack!" When Michael saw the middle-aged man, a smile appeared on his face.
The middle-aged man's name was Jack, and he also lived in this community.
When he just dropped out of school and couldn't even afford to eat with his sister, the person who reached out to hold him was Jack.