He took the bag of fruit from the elderly woman with a smile, "Thank you for the fruit."
At the same time, he handed her another black umbrella from under his arm, "I'll trade you with this umbrella."
The elderly woman quickly declined, "No need, no need, my house is right nearby, I'll be there soon."
Shi Wangyue gently said, "Ma'am, your legs aren't very convenient, right? If you get caught in the rain too much, your old ailments might flare up again and the younger ones at home would feel distressed."
Indeed, the elderly woman's legs were not in great shape, so she didn't refuse after hearing his words.
As she received his umbrella, her expression was one of embarrassment and gratitude, "Thank you truly, young man."
Meanwhile, her aged hands gently caressed the brand-new umbrella, her moist gaze falling on the diamond-studded lion handle.
"This umbrella handle is really beautiful," she praised with a kind smile.
