Sanny Groove hastily helped her, preventing her from being knocked over by the crowd.
The bed was located in the corridor near the stairwell, positioned next to a garbage can, where a mix of repugnant smells assaulted one's senses. Lying on the bed was a skeletal old woman with a full head of silver hair. She lay motionless with a weird calm countenance amidst her numb expression.
She was indifferent to the cursing that filled her ears, having long given up struggling.
The onlookers enjoyed the spectacle. Among them was a woman who couldn't stand the sight and criticized the rude woman for being too harsh on her elders. The plump middle-aged woman's face hardened as she glared back, "Mind your own business, old man, don't meddle in things that don't concern you."
Enraged, the old man clutched his chest. He had never seen a woman this brazen.
