Ah Mao cursed the mule and jumped out of the cart.
The person who fell to the ground was a child. He didn't look very old and was carrying a bundle of firewood on his back. It was a little heavy. At this moment, he fell to the ground with the firewood.
Actually, the mule cart did not hit him, but he was frightened. Coupled with the firewood, he fell to the ground and could not get up for a long time.
Cat ttttt frowned and lifted him up. "Are you okay?"
The child shook his head. Seeing that he was frowning unhappily, he quickly hid his hand that had been scratched by the stone. "It's okay. I wasn't paying attention. I'm sorry. Don't hit me. I'll be very careful when I walk next time, really."
Ah Mao was dumbfounded. Was he that scary?
"Alright, alright. I'm not going to hit you. Be careful when you walk."
Of course, he had also seen the kid's hidden hand. Having been on the streets for a long time, he still had this bit of discernment.
