"What's your name?"
"Nie Feng"
"Come here at six o'clock in the afternoon." Lu Haodong left these words before leaving.
Nie Feng pulled up the rickshaw and started jogging. His face was still expressionless, but when he bent down, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his tough face suddenly softened.
"Here, your fare for today." Lu Haodong handed over the paper bag containing the roast chicken.
"When you're full, you'll give it to me."
Nie Feng narrowed his eyes, "Master Lu, do you want to eat?" Nie Feng tore off another chicken leg and handed it to Lu Haodong.