Shen Xuan had survived in the seedy Greenfield Tavern for seven or eight years.
He knew all too well what a slave meant to their buyer.
A slave was nothing more than a plaything the buyer spent money on, something to be disposed of the moment they became unsatisfactory.
But Shen Xuan could see it in the young man's eyes—the way he looked at him was different from how other buyers looked at their slaves.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have given him this food, something Shen Xuan had never even seen before.
Seeing that Shen Xuan still didn't dare to take it, Zhong Yi gave a tug and pulled Shen Xuan up from the floor, then placed the tuna tacos directly into his hands.
Ignoring the tall, thin man and the other slaves, he pulled Shen Xuan and headed outside.
Feeling Zhong Yi's kindness once again, Shen Xuan was driven by hunger to finally take a bite of the taco in his hand.
Shen Xuan could see the disgust and jealousy in the eyes of the other slaves as they watched him.
