West Gate of the City.
Lin Zheyu carried a backpack, tucked a waist bag, and walked out of the city leisurely.
Along the way, he sensed many eyes on him.
In the alley at the city gate.
An old man carrying a vegetable basket walked out from the alley.
His steps were unsteady, as if his right leg was somewhat impaired.
The old man didn't see Lin Zheyu's figure, and as he walked, he stumbled and accidentally bumped into him.
"Ah, sorry, sorry."
The old man hurriedly apologized.
His eyes were flustered and fearful, as if worried that Lin Zheyu would blame him.
"Sir, are you alright?"
Lin Zheyu helped the old man up and did not blame him.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, really sorry for bumping into you just now." The old man said apologetically.
"It's alright, just be careful next time."
Lin Zheyu waved his hand, letting the old man leave.
As he watched the old man leave, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, revealing a meaningful smile.
"Interesting."
