"Looks just like the turtle my mom keeps," Xavier scoffed. The arrogant young master condescended to help, planting one foot on the other side of the ditch and reaching down to haul the kid out with a single pull.
Because of the endless rain, there was quite a bit of standing water in the ditch.
The child was soaked to the bone.
Now standing in front of Xavier, she was shivering violently, yet she still clutched her basket tightly.
"My mushrooms, my mushrooms..." She sounded heartbroken.
She had just picked them.
Now they were completely ruined in the ditch.
Soaked in dirty water, crushed, and utterly unsellable. Her money was gone. Her mushroom soup was gone too.
"Mushrooms? What mushrooms?" Xavier paused.
The staff members finally rushed over. Seeing it was such a small girl, their anxiety spiked. They immediately bombarded her with questions. "How old are you?"
"Where are your parents?"
"What's your name? Do you know your parents' phone number?"
"Are you hurt anywhere?"
The child didn't answer. She just crouched by the edge of the ditch, trying to reach down and scoop her ruined mushrooms out of the water.
Xavier naturally lowered his gaze.
He noticed that even though autumn had arrived, the kid was wearing painfully thin clothing and a pair of sandals with broken straps. The shoes didn't even fit her; they looked like they had been salvaged from the trash.
Her pant legs were rolled up, revealing pale calves covered in bug bites.
It was as if a heavy hammer slammed into Xavier's brain.
*She's... kind of pitiful,* he thought.
He turned back to the idiot staff members who were still firing off questions and furrowed his brow. "What are you just standing around for? Help her pick them up! She wants her mushrooms!"
The crew instantly stopped their barrage of questions and hurriedly crouched by the ditch, mimicking the child as they began fishing things out of the muddy water.
Xavier still felt annoyed.
He simply kicked the driver right in the rear, sending the man tumbling into the ditch. "You're the one driving the nice car, get your ass down there and pick them up!"
The driver's face flushed a deep crimson, but he didn't dare argue. He dutifully bent over and started collecting the ruined fungi.
Only when every last mushroom was gathered did the child seem to snap back to reality. She tilted her head, staring at Xavier, her voice barely a whisper. "Thank you."


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