Under the astonished gaze of everyone.
The middle-aged man obediently stood up.
At this moment, even his facial expression began to distort.
Dirk Carter smoothly walked into the window seat and released his hand.
Only then did the middle-aged man let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed into his seat.
Nobody knew what exactly happened in that process.
But for the rest of the journey, the middle-aged man neither made noise nor trouble, not even daring to glance in Dirk Carter's direction.
Only the middle-aged man himself knew how much pain he endured the moment Dirk Carter squeezed his shoulder, so much that his throat was inexplicably blocked, unable to make a sound.
More than an hour passed quickly.
The bus hadn't reached the stop yet.
The middle-aged man hurriedly left his seat anxiously.
Dirk got off the bus.
He saw that thin figure ahead.
It was still the old man from earlier on the bus, carrying a giant suitcase that looked very heavy, unknown what was inside.
