Inside the room, the light was dim. The woman put down the food box and smiled charmingly: "Oh, you seem to be in good spirits today; you still have the energy to glare at me."
There was someone in the wooden house, a ragged, dying person, hanging on a wooden frame, barely living, as if already dead.
But at this moment he was somewhat different from usual, his eyes no longer clouded, seeming to have a bit of spirit.
This surprised Ling Meier a little, but she was in great spirits, opened the lid, and took out the exquisite delicacies inside, "Come on, fragrant chicken leg, have a bite..."
"Speaking of your treatment, I'm much better to you than to those people in the prison tower. You don't know, many people in there can only eat those dirty, smelly dead rats raw~~~ I'm the one who's so good to you... bringing you tasty food every day~~~"
Ling Meier babbled on, and handed the chicken leg to the man's mouth...
