"No need to thank me, we don't need it anymore. If you don't mind, take it home and use it. It's a bit old, and my son drew all over it."
"No problem, no problem, this sofa is great."
"Alright then, take it home. I'm heading back."
"Okay, okay."
The middle-aged man left, and the old man was alone, moving the sofa down the steps. It seemed like they weren't in the same unit.
Lin Yi had a vague impression of the old man in front of him; he'd seen him in the community before.
At that time, he only guessed that the old man's condition might not be very good.
But he hadn't expected it to be worse than he imagined.
"People living in this community shouldn't be in such poor condition, right?"
"Actually, some are poor." Xiao Fengshan said:
"This community has two buildings that are relocation housing. This old man's house was relocated, and he was given two apartments here. Plus, being old, he doesn't get welfare, so it's like this."
