In no time.
The old man returned.
Returning with him was Zhang Baocheng.
Zhang Baocheng's face was already swollen on one side.
Seeing them, he appeared suspicious, mind restless.
Song Moting hurriedly supported Zhang Baocheng.
"Brother! What happened to you?"
Zhang Baocheng glanced at the old man, "I'm fine, those guys were just joking around with me."
Rubbing his cheek, these people really hit hard.
The old man sat down, picked up a bun, and handed one to Jiang Xiaoxiao.
Jiang Xiaoxiao obediently took it.
"Eat, it's normal here, you'll get used to it."
Ate without changing expression.
The three of them ate absent-mindedly.
Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't swallow!
On one hand, the food was terrible; on the other, she was anxious about how to escape.
After eating, they waited for over an hour, and those people's meals were removed too.
Most of it was unfinished.
It was apparent they were not satisfied either.
One of them, a man with a beard, grabbed Song Moting and asked.
