Xu Ancheng felt a sudden pause in his right hand, turned his head and saw an elderly woman bump into Yi Roujing's right shoulder. His eyes immediately showed concern, and he gently squeezed Yi Roujing's right shoulder and asked, "Jing, are you hurt?"
"Oh, she's killed someone." The elderly woman was short in stature, at this moment covering her forehead and letting out a pained cry.
"Mom, Mom, Mom... are you okay?" A man around thirty, holding a child covered in a worn-out jacket, hurriedly squeezed through the crowd and walked to the elderly woman's side to ask with concern.
"At my age, being bumped like this, it's a wonder if I'm okay." The elderly woman's voice was loud and confident. People around saw that the collision was not serious at all and started to disperse.
"Ma'am, are you okay?" Yi Roujing asked out of courtesy.
