Yang Ruxin sighed with relief, but surprisingly found the other person's figure seemed somewhat forlorn.
Qi Zizi glanced at Yang Ruxin, with a hint of unwillingness in her eyes.
"It's nothing." Yang Ruxin took Qi Zizi back to her cell, "Not hurt, right?" This was indeed a soft-hearted little girl.
Qi Zizi shook her head: "He didn't even use his strength. Actually, he looked quite pitiful... that..."
Yang Ruxin handed over the roast chicken.
Qi Zizi smiled, holding the roast chicken over, and placed it directly on the ground: "All for you." After speaking, she returned.
"Zizi, you'd better go back quickly." Yang Ruxin didn't dare let Qi Zizi stay long, helped Ding Hui put the items into the food box, "Don't worry, I'm really fine."
"Little girl, remember to bring another roast chicken tomorrow." As Qi Zizi was walking out, that strange man was merrily gnawing on the whole roast chicken.
Qi Zizi glanced back at him, said nothing, and went out.
