"Just take care of yourself, and don't neglect to eat just because jail food tastes bad," Su Fanxing said earnestly.
To his surprise, Lin Tianyu's face turned dark.
In prison, there's no possibility of ordering room service like in a hotel.
The food was average, and the picky Lin Tianyu ate less than half of it.
If it weren't for someone who came to bargain with him, he would have hardly eaten a few bites instead of half the portion.
Wastefulness of any kind was not tolerated inside these walls.
Even if you didn't want to eat, you had to force it down.
The other inmates were watching like hawks.
"Did that remark hit a nerve?" Su Fanxing hesitated for a moment before asking.
"What do you think?"
Lin Tianyu's voice was hoarse.
Su Fanxing shrugged, "There's nothing I can do."
It was only at the end that she earnestly added, "Take care of yourself. Don't make grandma worry about your safety at her age."
