At the dining table, everyone stared in astonishment at the young man wolfing down food like a tiger devouring its prey, a row of question marks practically floating above their heads.
Before long, more than half the dishes on the table had gone into the young man's stomach. Even so, he still looked as though he wanted more.
"Xiaozhen, if you're not full, I can cook you a couple more dishes..." Seeing this, Long Aotian spoke up.
Facing Long Aotian's question, the young man looked at the empty plates on the table and felt somewhat embarrassed. He hurriedly waved his hands. "No need to trouble yourself, Brother Long. I'm already full..."
"What are you being polite with me for? I'll go cook you some noodles." Long Aotian spoke again, rose to his feet, and headed for the kitchen.
"Kid, does your family not give you food?" Once Long Aotian had left the table, Wu Ming came back to his senses and looked at the young man in confusion.
The other party was so thin that he clearly had not been getting enough to eat for a long time. Yet anyone who could live in a place like this should never lack food or clothing. Wu Ming could not make sense of it...
"Little one, what's your name? You must have suffered some terrible grievance, right? Would it be convenient for you to tell us about it?" Mo Shang seemed to have realized something and asked.
Hearing that, the young man's heart trembled slightly. His eyes instantly reddened, and tears began to stream down uncontrollably.
This was the first time anyone had asked whether he had been wronged—and it was from a stranger he had met for the first time, someone who did not even know his name...
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