Just now, standing aside, Jiang Ning had taken the measure of the full-of-lies Xiang Dazhong and the old man.
The elder was dressed in ill-fitting, old clothes, his aged face lined with creases, his fingers thick at the joints and bearing a number of cracked scars on their surface. He wore a pair of thin-soled walking shoes, making it apparent that the old man's day-to-day life was far from comfortable.
Jiang Ning bowed her head and noticed a bag of bananas and oranges at the old man's feet, as well as a boxed meal.
As she pushed the old man's money back to him, she said, "Sir, did you buy these fruits? Why not let us have an orange?"
"Yes, yes, yes. My partner wanted some fruit, so I bought some to take up to her," the old man hurriedly picked up the bag from the ground, allowing Jiang Ning to choose freely.