"Sir, are you here for some morning exercise?"
Janice walked over to hold the silver-haired old man.
The old man didn't say anything and just turned to look at her.
Janice thought that he had not heard what she said, so she asked again, "Where's your family? You should let them accompany you."
The old man still didn't respond. Janice thought that maybe he was too old to hear. She raised her voice again. "Sir, where is your home? I'll bring you back."
The old man frowned at the work card hanging in front of her chest. She was a reporter.
Janice continued to raise her voice.
"Sir? Can you hear me?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a young man came over.
The man glanced at Janice and then said to the old man, "Mr. Allson, there you are."
The old man did not speak.
Janice's gaze fell on the man. "Are you his family?"
The man did not answer.
