"Sir, I'm not thirsty; I just noticed you pushing the cart back and forth seemed quite tiring," Yang Xiao said with a forced smile, not daring to accept the water.
"Take it and drink, it's free," the old man insisted, stuffing the water into Yang Xiao's hands before a hint of expectation appeared in his murky eyes. After a pause, he asked softly, "Child, do you... do you have some free time now?"
Unsure of the situation, Yang Xiao didn't dare to answer rashly and feigned surprise in return, "Sir, do you need our help?"
"It's nothing much, just... if you are not busy, could you stay and sit for a while, listen to an old man talk?" The elder's tone carried a plea.
"You may speak," Yang Xiao nodded.