Ning Ge had been awakened by pain, no, to be accurate, he was awakened by the smell of food making him hungry, heaven knows he hadn't eaten for two days and nights to avoid those bastards.
As he opened his eyes, he was met with gray-white walls above him, the room small and oppressive. He felt bewildered for a moment; was he rescued?
Indeed, heaven hadn't forsaken him!
Just as he thought to turn over and get up, he felt something was wrong. He looked at his hands and saw that his wrists and ankles were bound. His gaze sharpened. Had he been mistaken, not rescued but captured?
"Don't hurry to eat first. I don't know about that person inside, whether he's woken up or not. What if he escapes?" A woman's voice came from outside.
Escape...
Ning Ge's lips curled into a slight, cold smile. He lifted his hand, thinking that these ropes would still hold Grandpa Mao?
