"Your home?" Ling Chen asked in surprise, "Then... how did I end up at your place?"
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Someone entrusted you to me and asked me to take care of you. You seem to be recovering well. Come, eat something first, and later help me repair the house. This place hasn't been lived in for many years, and it's not suitable for living now."
Seeing the buns and water brought by the middle-aged man, Ling Chen couldn't contain his hunger. He hadn't eaten or drunk for days, and his stomach was already empty. In no time, Ling Chen devoured five buns, drank the water, and wiped his mouth, saying contentedly, "Thank you, Mr. Yao!"
"No need for thanks."
"Mr. Yao, I still don't know your name?"
"My name is Yao Zhensheng, just call me Mr. Yao."
"Mr. Yao, can you tell me who entrusted me to you?" Ling Chen asked curiously. He was eager to know who had rescued him from the basement.
