But where could he go if he didn't return home?
Lin Zhao lifted his gaze in confusion, looking at the scenery around him with bewilderment. This was the old district, and many young people his age had already moved to the new district for work or study.
Most people left here were the elderly, along with some young people who stayed, but they also went to work, so streets were practically empty, with only a few vehicles moving back and forth.
As Lin Zhao walked along the streets, he suddenly realized that apart from the Gambling Stone Field, he really had nowhere else to go.
Since his time in prison, his friends changed their attitudes toward him, and he no longer reached out to them, while they acted like they didn't recognize him when they saw him.
