HACK! PTHOO! The skinny man forcefully spat a wad of yellow phlegm onto the ground. "Damn it! I told you this place was full of trash. It's a damn beggar's nest! What awful luck!"
Gao Zhiming ignored him, clutching the breakfast he was holding as he ran to the pile of garbage. Seeing that there were no signs of it being disturbed, he breathed a deep sigh of relief. My sister hasn't been discovered yet.
"Hey, little beggar. Come here. I need to ask you something."
Hearing the arrogant voice, Gao Zhiming didn't dare hesitate. He quickly set the food down and ran over.
"Let me ask you, no one else comes here besides you, right?" the sleazy, skinny young man asked, a cigarette hanging from his lips.
"No, aside from me, no one else comes," Gao Zhiming replied truthfully, hoping to satisfy their demands quickly so they would leave.
