"Thank you, brother." The little girl looked up at Ethan Hayes, took the bottle from his hand, and whispered.
"You're welcome." Ethan smiled at her, then turned to look at Vivian York.
Vivian quickly took another bottle of water from the plastic bag and handed it to the middle-aged man, saying, "Uncle, you should drink some water too."
"Thank you, thank you, you are truly kind people." The middle-aged man quickly thanked Vivian, took the water from her with both hands, twisted it open, drank two sips, but didn't drink any more.
Vivian looked at him with some confusion. The middle-aged man smiled apologetically, saying, "I'll save it for now, so when my daughter gets thirsty later, I can give it to her."
Simon Lewis squatted in front of the middle-aged man, seemingly unintentionally chatted with him, asking, "Uncle, where is your home in the mountains? If you're going back from here, how much more will you need for travel expenses?"
