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"No need. Let's go."
Mai Xiaomai said softly.
Qiao Chutian saw the dullness in her eyes and realized she must have thought of something, so he hurriedly pushed the wheelchair, ready to leave.
However, the auntie selling roasted sweet potatoes was just too enthusiastic. She came running over with two steaming, fragrant sweet potatoes, handed them over, and said with a naive face, "These are for you, no charge."
Xiaomai, unable to decline her kindness, could only thank her and accept them.
"Xiaomai, what happened to your leg?"
The auntie asked with concern.
"It broke down a bit, so I can't walk for now."
Mai Xiaomai forced a slight smile and responded lightly.
"Oh dear, you have to take care of yourself, don't ever let yourself be unable to walk."
