"Then who are you?" Ji Shiting sneered.
"I'll get you another bowl of rice." Old Liang turned around and left.
Ji Shiting clenched his fists as he watched him leave.
This place was too remote, and the few residents were all elderly. There were no young people at all, let alone access to electronic products.
His freedom wasn't completely restricted, but he knew that Old Yuan was very cautious of him. Nothing he did could escape his eyes.
Besides, he didn't know anything about the outside world, so he didn't dare act rashly.
He didn't even know what time it was. After all, he had been unconscious for a few days. He could only estimate that at least half a month had passed since his accident.
Half a month…
He couldn't imagine how his grandpa and Ye Shengge would feel, especially Shengge…
He closed his eyes, feeling anxious.
Before long, Old Liang brought over a bowl of rice, which was filled with vegetables and fish.
