His hair was greasy and unkempt, clearly days overdue for a wash. His clothes were also filthy and patched in several places, with visible tears sewn together.,There was a shrunken sack at the bottom of the tank. When I picked it up, it weighed four or five pounds, and it was full of noodles.,Watching Du Fei's back, Qin Huaiyu glared at him, then rolled her eyes, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. She pursed her lips into a sly smile.。