chapter 129 Me, reaching the top

In the courtyard of the convalescent home, Michael was invited in. At the moment, several elderly people, all in their sixties, were sitting in the courtyard. They had set up chairs, each holding a cup of tea and engaged in conversation. "Hehe, Bro Neil seems to be in a good mood today. In the past, whenever we came to chat with him, he always had a grumpy face. Why is he so cheerful today?" a white-haired old man with a rosy complexion remarked with a smile. "Yeah, has Bro Neil found some money?...