"Lady Qin, Young Master Ying, the meal is ready. Why don't you two take a rest and eat first?"
The old man in charge of cooking came over to greet them. If Mo Ruyue and Gu Ying didn't eat first, they wouldn't pick up their bowls no matter how hungry they were.
"We're not hungry. You guys eat first, I still have something to do."
Mo Ruyue walked straight to the disaster victims who were tied up and thrown aside. She still had someone to interrogate.
The man had been captivated by the smell of the millet porridge. He stared at the steaming pot and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.
"Do you want to eat?"
Mo Ruyue stood beside him, blocking his view.
The man nodded his head vigorously and even stretched his neck to look at the pot.
"Tell me, how did you guys get here?"
The disaster victims were stunned. They raised their heads to look at Mo Ruyue and swallowed hard.
