Meng Fan's car continued its journey as the two buddies started chatting inside.
Meng Fan asked, "Why don't you find a job at a restaurant? Even if you don't earn much, at least your food and lodging would be sorted, right? Why are you thinking of walking back to your hometown?"
Liu'Er scratched his head awkwardly, "I left in the middle of the night. My ID card and change of clothes are at my brother's place. People ask for ID when I look for work, and I don't have it. Plus, I don't have much money on me!"
As if to confirm Liu'Er's words, his stomach growled loudly.
Only then did Meng Fan realize the guy probably didn't have money for the bus, let alone for food.
"How long has it been since you ate? There are some bread, sausages, and mineral water in the back seat—help yourself!"
"I spent the last of my money yesterday!"
Liu'Er swallowed and glanced at the food in the back seat but didn't immediately reach for it. Instead, he looked towards Meng Fan.
