After entering the book, I emptied the warehouse of my foster mother's house to farm

When Jiang Hao saw the crazy Yang Wenhao, it was already the third day since Ji Yan had been looking for her.

The sun is scorching and the heat is unbearable.

After Jiang Hao drank a cup of iced plum soup, Uncle Ming had Yang Wenhao brought in.

This is a fifty-year-old man with gray hair, haggard face and cloudy eyes.

When Yang Wenhao saw the plum soup on the table, he cried out "ahhhh" and broke free from the hand of the person holding him. He quickly ran to the table, picked up the bowl and gulped down the soup.

Uncle Ming wanted someone to pull him back, but when he saw Jiang Hao raising his hand to signal, he let Yang Wenhao go on without restraint.

Yang Wenhao drank up all the soup in the bowl in just a few gulps, nodded happily, held the empty bowl in one hand, pointed at the bowl with the other, and spoke to Jiang Hao in a "ah ah ah" voice.

"Give him another bowl."

After Jiang Hao finished giving the instructions, a maid immediately left in a hurry.

"You sit down first."

Jiang Hao pointed to the round stool next to him and said to Yang Wenhao, "Only those who are obedient can drink. If you are disobedient, you will get nothing."

Uncle Ming and the person who brought Yang Wenhao here heard what Jiang Hao said and felt that Jiang Hao was talking to a cow.

Ever since they found Yang Wenhao, he has been acting crazy all day and couldn't understand what they were saying at all.

Jiang Hao actually tried to comfort him and asked him to sit down, and he only understood... Weird!

Yang Wenhao nodded excitedly to Jiang Hao, then sat down obediently under the surprised gaze of Uncle Ming and others.

Jiang Hao was very satisfied with this. It showed that Yang Wenhao's consciousness was not completely chaotic. At least at some moments, he might be clear.

Soon, the maid came back with a big bowl of plum soup.

Yang Wenhao was extremely excited. He picked up the big bowl and gulped it down into his mouth without any hesitation. The soup overflowed from the corners of his mouth, flowing all over his neck and even soaking his collar.

"belch……"

After drinking two bowls of water, Yang Wenhao burped.

Jiang Hao didn't show any disdain on his face. Instead, a faint smile appeared on his face: "Is it refreshing? Do you want another bowl?"

Yang Wenhao's expression didn't change at all. He still grinned at Jiang Hao foolishly, but didn't pick up the empty bowl again.

Uncle Ming didn’t know what Jiang Hao was up to at first, but now he understood a little.

From the beginning, Jiang Hao tried to get close to Yang Wenhao, letting him let down his guard, so that he could gradually become familiar with her, making it easier for her to diagnose Yang Wenhao.

In addition to drinking plum soup, Jiang Hao opened the food box he brought with him, and presented a plate of exquisite dishes in front of Yang Wenhao: "Do you want to eat?"

Yang Wenhao's eyes lit up, but he did not try to snatch it. Instead, he looked at Jiang Hao and nodded rapidly.

But this time, Jiang Hao didn't rush to pick up food for Yang Wenhao. Instead, he said to him, "You can eat if you want. Let's play a game first."

So Jiang Hao asked Uncle Ming to come over and lifted up his sleeves.

Yang Wenhao followed suit and rolled up his sleeves.

Jiang Hao first pretended to check Uncle Ming's pulse, and then took Yang Wenhao's hand.

However, before taking Yang Wenhao's pulse, Jiang Hao discovered a thin white line on his wrist.

Jiang Hao was stunned for a moment, then immediately took his pulse and examined him.

This line is clearly left after the scar on the wrist healed. If you don't look carefully, you won't notice it at all.

Could it be that Yang Wenhao had his wrists cut by someone?

Jiang Hao checked Yang Wenhao's other hand with doubt.

Still the same result.

Was this done by the people who wanted to kill him, or by the people who imprisoned Yang Wenhao?