Xi Zirong looked down at her hand gripping his arm, then glanced at Xu Jianbang standing nearby. He gave the man an exceedingly polite smile. Not wanting to make things difficult for Xu Su, he nodded at her. "Okay."
He reached out and took Xu Su's hand in his. "Don't pick up any more," he said in a low voice. "It's cold out. You should head home early too."
"..." Xu Su was speechless. 'Does this guy think I'm picking up scraps as a part-time job?'
Xu Su didn't waste time explaining. She only let out a sigh of relief after Xi Zirong had left.
Turning back, she looked at Xu Jianbang, who was still gesturing beside her. She had no idea what he was trying to say, and she didn't expect to figure out sign language in such a short time.
She bent down, picked up the woven plastic sack, and handed it to Xu Jianbang. She shouted into his ear, "Uncle, I'm going home now. You should head back early too."
