"Hack~thoo!" A puddle of yellow phlegm was spat forcefully on the ground by the skinny guy. "Damn it! I said there's so much trash here, is this a beggar's nest? What bad luck!"
Gao Zhiming didn't look at him, but instead, holding his breakfast, he quickly ran to the pile of garbage. Seeing that there were no signs of it being disturbed, he breathed a deep sigh of relief — his sister hadn't been discovered by them yet.
"Hey, little beggar, come here, I want to ask you something."
Hearing the arrogant voice, Gao Zhiming dared not be careless. He quickly put down the food and ran over.
"Let me ask you, besides you, no one else comes here, right?" the sleazy skinny young man asked while smoking a cigarette.
"No, aside from me, no one else comes," Gao Zhiming replied truthfully, just wanting to fulfill the other's demands as quickly as possible so they would leave soon.
