When the door was pushed open, both of them were stunned...
The white-haired old man was kneeling on the ground with his back bent and scrubbing the floor.
The room seemed even bigger, and the old man's emaciated back was extremely lonely. They didn't know how to describe this picture, but in short, their whole nerve was stung.
"Grandpa." Layla could feel the hand holding her hand trembling slightly.
The man froze for a moment. His back straightened, and he said lightly, "Don't you have your own business to do?"
"Grandpa." Layla broke free from Krish's hand and walked over with the crutch placed by the door.
The old man was in his eighties. He couldn't even walk easily, but now he was lying on the ground and was struggling to wipe the floor. The stairs had been cleaned. She didn't kn
