"Need something?"
Hou Yong turned his head, looking calmly at the thin, tall man. The man appeared to be from Shanxi province; his skin looked weathered by years of exposure to sand and wind, appearing rough and coarse. If he were tossed onto a city street, most people would mistake him for a common migrant worker. There was no other reason; he simply looked far older than his years.
At that moment, a look of struggle flickered across his somewhat dull face. He hesitated for a long time before saying in a low voice, "Do you have any food?"
Chapter 123