"Motherf * cker ..."
That night, Zhao Yu, who was lying on his back on bed 1888, cursed in a low voice. He was feeling very hungry.
He couldn't help it. The sticky food for dinner was really hard to swallow.
The most infuriating thing was that there were only plates and no cutlery in the prison. He had to dig with his hands to eat the overcooked food. He really couldn't get used to it, so in the end, he didn't even eat a single bite.
This was not a place for humans to stay. If it was in his own country, Zhao Yu could guarantee that anyone who had been in such a prison would take the initiative to turn over a new leaf and never want to go back in again!
More importantly, Zhao Yu had searched the entire restaurant. Although he had seen a few Asian-looking people, he had not seen Miao kun.
Why was this so?
Why didn't Miao kun appear in the cafeteria? could it be that he had been locked up in a separate cell and was eating in a different cafeteria?
Or ...
