Lin Chen and Jin Bingbing arrived at a KFC.
Jin Bingbing didn't hold back and directly ordered a family-sized bucket.
Seeing Jin Bingbing wolfing down the food, Lin Chen felt secretly sulky; he hadn't expected this seemingly delicate girl to be such a foodie.
After eating, Lin Chen smiled and asked, "Where is your home? I'll take you back."
"Brother, please take me in. I don't have a home," the girl said with a tinge of desolation in her voice.
"No home? How can that be?" Lin Chen was taken aback.
Judging by Jin Bingbing's clothes, all branded, she appeared to be a girl from a wealthy family.
Jin Bingbing said, "My parents died early, and I had been living at my second uncle's house. But my second uncle tried to forcefully sell me to an old geezer, so I ran away."
"Is there really such a thing?" Lin Chen couldn't help but frown upon hearing this.
As the girl spoke, tears couldn't help but fall.
