Heath could not quite figure out what the old man was up to, but he still felt somewhat wary as he looked at him. After all, the old man was extremely strong. The way he grabbed Heath's clothes hardly suggested that he was feeble. Heath even suspected that if they were squeezing onto a bus, he might not be able to beat this old man to a spot.
"Sir, do you not have money for food? Or is it something else?" Heath looked at the elderly man before him. He had to admit that running into people like this was quite irritating. At first, Heath had actually been a very conscientious person. Whenever someone came asking for help like this, he would offer them something or lend them a hand. Later, however, a fellow business owner next door told him that these people often came every single day, repeatedly asking for money and food. If someone gave them food or money, as Heath had, even more people like them would come knocking afterward.
At first, Heath had not believed it. He thought being a good person was the right way to live. But later, he discovered that the number of people coming to his shop every day asking for money and food really did keep growing. The elderly man Heath had helped before also came frequently, even reaching the point of coming every day. Heath found it unbearably irritating, so afterward, whenever he encountered people like this, he would simply turn them down coldly. This did not mean that Heath was a cold, heartless person. Rather, all his enthusiasm had simply been worn away little by little.
Even after coming to this world, Heath maintained the same attitude. It was just that he was now fairly comfortable financially, so most