บท 771: Chapter 771 I Thought You Were Lost.

He Nan frowned, "What kind of old man?"

This is not the countryside, and nobody comes to the door to beg for food. Not to mention here, even on the streets of Beijing, it's hard to find a beggar. Something is fishy.

"Probably in his sixties or seventies, half of his hair has gone white, Beijing accent, kind eyes and a benevolent look, but his posture is particularly upright. He used to be a soldier. His grandson is not very promising, doesn't come home, and has even spent his pension. The old man had no other choice but to beg for food." Shen Mianmian carefully recalled the old man's appearance and his situation.

Beijing accent, in his sixties or seventies, former soldier, grandson doesn't come home...

He Nan caught a few important points, his eyes slightly narrowing, very good, he found his way here so quickly.

Seeing his expression was off, Shen Mianmian's heart skipped a beat, "Big Brother He, do you think there's something wrong with this person?"