C811 Good Man

It had been a long time since he had taken the bus.

The bus was slowly moving, and every time it reached a stop, there would be a lot of people getting on and off the bus.

Life was like a journey, and most of the people in the world were passing by. Only a few people could be considered as family.

Jiang Zhuo was lucky to have a few sisters to rely on, so he was not too lonely