Chapter 2278

"This is the case every time, every time. Isn't the Adams Village a part of the town?" The old man muttered. "Let's go!" Little Apple helped the old man who came with a disappointed face in the snowstorm and said softly. "Okay." The old man patted Little Apple's hand with his old and thin hand, stood up, and staggered out. "Poor man, you don't want to give me something, but you want to help. You deserve to be poor." As the two of them walked out, the potbellied man snorted. His voice was neither loud nor low, but Little Apple heard it clearly. This old man, who was neither blind nor deaf, clearly heard it. His turbid eyes were slightly red, but his figure was bent a little again. How could he not tell that what the man said referred to him? But even so, he had no choice. The old man could be indifferent, but Little Apple couldn't. He suddenly pulled his hand away from the old man and turned around. The slightly closed door was kicked open by Little Apple. The potbellied man was