C74 Any heartless

Jin Jian placed the woman in one room, looking rather like the place where she usually rested. It was getting late, and Jin Jian could only feel his stomach growling, thinking that he still hadn't eaten anything yet. He went to the kitchen to look around.

He had steamed a basket of steamed buns that were even bigger than Jin Jian's fist. Jin Jian squeezed the steamed buns