The middle-aged man quickly stood up, scratching his head in embarrassment, and answered with a thick accent, "Don't thank me, your grandma often buys vegetables from my shop, so when I saw her faint, I definitely couldn't just ignore it!"
Jin Mo bowed deeply to him, and the man hurriedly reached out to steady her, casually asking, "Where are all the adults in your family? How come it's just you, a young girl, here?"
In the Old City, where the poor population congregated, everyone had seen the two of them relying on each other for so many years, and no one had ever visited them. They were all curious and asked about it, to which Jin Mo did not hide the truth and spoke honestly.
"My grandma only has me, and I only have her, so I'm really thankful to you," Jin Mo's voice choked up.
The middle-aged man also had a daughter about Jin Mo's age, so seeing her reminded him of his own child. Looking at her distressed face made his heart inexplicably sour.
