"It's no trouble at all, I should be thanking you, Mr. Li," Liu Sang quickly waved his hand, feeling unable to accept an elderly man's gratitude.
Moreover, Liu Sang spoke the truth. Although Liu Sang and Mr. Li had become acquainted, the stretch of road in front of his own door was always the cleanest in the entire street, a fact that Liu Sang noticed and kept in his heart.
If it weren't for Mr. Li stubbornly refusing the breakfasts offered by Liu Sang, Liu Sang would have prepared breakfast for him every day.
Mr. Li continued to speak politely, but still carefully entered, then with hands full of wrinkles and age spots, he took a thermos to get some hot water. Liu Sang had moved the water dispenser near the entrance of the dining hall to make it easier for Mr. Li.
Wang He glanced at the somewhat reserved elderly man. He was about to mop the floor but paused seeing that Mr. Li was still getting water.
