"Tian, do you really not know about Elder Liu's whereabouts?"
For three consecutive days, Tian Lin had been in prison when Shang Yu's figure appeared again.
Facing Shang Yu's question, Tian Lin looked at the food box in Shang Yu's hand:
"Brother Shang, are you here to deliver Spirit Rice for me? You have put in quite some effort for my sake."
Shang Yu snorted coldly: "I advise you to tell me what you know sooner. It will save others from worrying about you."
After finishing his words, he opened the food box and separated the dishes and rice with the bars, placing them inside Tian Lin's iron cell.
It was impressive how skillfully he could tilt the plate without letting the food fall onto the ground.
"I have nothing to say. Besides, I haven't committed any crimes, so Elder Xiao, Brother Zhao, and Elder Xiao have no reason to worry about me."
Having said this, Tian Lin picked up the bowl and started eating the Spirit Rice heartily.
