"It's alright, I wasn't really hurt." Summer Sutton stood up, brushed off the wrinkles on her clothes, picked up the discarded lunch from the ground, tossed it into the trash can, and was about to leave.
The woman behind her called out to her.
"How about I make it up to you with a lunch?" She smiled warmly at Summer Sutton.
Before Summer Sutton could respond, she had already headed to a nearby restaurant.
"What do you like to eat?" She turned her head slightly to look at Summer Sutton and asked.
Summer Sutton had no intention of letting her compensate, "No need, ma'am."
"It's something I should do." The middle-aged woman paid her no mind and took the liberty of helping her order the meal.
For Summer Sutton, she ordered delivery: a portion of meatball soup, a cup of passion fruit juice, pan-fried ribbonfish, boiled squid, boiled greens, and boiled shrimp.
She handed the packed meal to Summer Sutton and then got into her car.
