Would Rather Starve to Death

In the pitch-black environment, Lin Chaohui resisted with a splitting headache. Just as he was about to faint, he clearly felt someone viciously smash the back of his head with a hard object a few times. He had awoken now, but the soreness in his body had deepened.

Where was this place? Why did that man want to imprison him here? And who was that child?

This series of doubts exploded in Lin Chaohui's mind. He locked himself in a corner of the wall and held his head tightly, his white shirt was covered with black filth, and the current Lin Chaohui looked no different from those beggars on the street.

Suddenly, the door opened again, and the masked man walked in once more, the takeout in his hands, step by step he walked in front of Lin Chaohui.

"Mr. Lin, you have slept for an entire day. You should be hungry, right?"

The man put down the takeout, opened up all the dishes inside, and laid them out in front of Lin Chaohui.