Ding is dead

Lian opened his eyes and looked around the familiar room. He slowly sat up holding his throbbing head.

"Mr. Lian, you're awake? Here have some food."

Lian looked at the familiar face and a sigh escaped his lips," It's you."

"Is something wrong sir?"

Lian shook his head and leaned against the pillows. The man walked towards him with a tray.

"Eat something."

"Today is..."

"Ah yes, you slept for a week. You must be hungry, here, eat something first."

"A week... a week... then does that mean Mas... Mr. Ding was killed?"

The man slightly flinched and cleared his throat," Mr. Ding? Who is that?"

Lian looked at his confused expression and shook his head," Nothing. Never mind."

The man placed the tray on his lap and walked out of the room closing the door behind him.