Liu Zhiweng suddenly stopped the old man, "Sir, please don't leave."
The old man turned around and squinted at the sturdy man looming like a mountain, "Son, what's the matter?"
Liu Zhiweng grabbed the old man's hand at once.
There wasn't any disdain on his face.
He didn't show disdain, but the old man was frightened, knowing his own situation well, he hurriedly struggled to free himself from the young man's hand.
"Hey, boy, let go of me quickly, I'm filthy, it'll be inappropriate if I dirty you later."
"Sir, you saved my niece; you're the benefactor of our family. We can't just let you leave like this. My sister spoke highly of your great kindness, and our whole family will not forget it. Come on, I'll take you to find a place to stay."
There was no way Liu Zhiweng couldn't notice; the old man intended to leave quietly.
Just now, his sister pulled him aside for a talk and urged him to take good care of the old man.
