Zayla looked at the food and glanced at Lincoln in a panic, not taking it.
"I really don't know. I don't know him, and I can't find any information about him."
Lincoln looked at her anxious expression, raised his eyebrows, and handed over the food again.
"Ms. Vargas, it's already very difficult to chase you. Now the difficulty has increased again.
"Can you give me a privilege?"
It was impossible to make him give up. Even if it was extremely difficult, he would never give up.
After all, she had been his only hope and only reason for surviving all these years.
"What privilege?" Zayla held the spoon, looked up at Lincoln, and asked in confusion.
"Only I can pursue you."
She was speechless.
Zayla felt that her ears were a bit hot.
She bit her lower lip and changed the topic. "In the middle of nowhere, money can't be used to fill our bellies. This, however, is the best."