"Grandfather, when did you get hit by that brick last time?" Xiang Beifei inquired.
"About a month ago? In December, I think? Let me see, the 13th or 14th perhaps?" Xiang Qingde wasn't quite sure.
Xiang Beifei adjusted the time backward, he sped through an entire day, then stopped around four or five in the afternoon on the 14th, and the image quickly appeared.
In the footage, Xiang Qingde was sitting at the counter, checking the order list on his computer, the system interface above his head still showing nothing but static. But just then, Xiang Qingde seemed to notice something. A few fragmented words suddenly appeared on his usually static-filled system interface!