The early morning breeze was gentle, the sun was shining.
As someone who's either thinking or pretending to think, who must always have an air of pretension in body and soul, Lin Hai was carefully answering the phone.
This was his second call of the morning.
The first call had come from Bai Gu, telling Lin Hai that he had secretly followed Cang Jinkun and others last night and finally saw that mysterious street character, who indeed was a foreigner, matching perfectly with the "so sexy" photo Lin Hai had given him.
Lin Hai, with his head resting on his fist, had an expression of "The Thinker." He was indeed in deep thought – what unspeakable purpose could Sao be wanting Xiaoya's blood for?
Instinctively, he couldn't help but think of the RX organization, as they often collect various rare and strange types of blood.
