"Something like that," Ji Shiting said calmly.
Ji Ziliang couldn't read his mind, so he smiled and said, "Sorry, Shiting. I should've let you return to the Ji family."
"Your surname is Ji too. Why won't you return to the Ji family?" Ji Shiting said.
"Because I don't have the right." Ji Ziliang lowered his gaze. "Ji Ziliang died more than twenty years ago."
Ji Shiting looked at him as if he was waiting for him to continue, but Ji Ziliang fell silent.
"Old Yuan said that you were knocked unconscious and taken away until you woke up in the hospital. You don't know what happened during that time, do you?" Ji Shiting asked.
Ji Ziliang's hand trembled, and he nodded gently.
Ji Shiting smiled.
If he was right, Ji Ziliang had been sober the entire time. He knew what had happened, and Ji Ziliang might have been the one who had sent him to the hospital.
"Do you know who did it?" Ji Shiting asked nonchalantly.
