"Thank you," Bai Xiong said as he tucked the photo into his inner pocket.
The guy in the baseball cap sneered, "No need for that, I know you're not really thankful for anything."
Bai Xiong maintained a calm and steady face.
"Indeed,"
"What? You're actually admitting it!"
Bai Xiong didn't continue the conversation, instead, he pulled out a file folder from under his mattress, "These are his past medical records, of course, they're useless."
The guy with the baseball cap took the file, shrugged his shoulders, and thought, whatever, I'm just a messenger, these things can be dumped off to that kid A-Ming to deal with.
After that, as usual... with some inconsequential noise, the room was once again left with only Bai Xiong.
So, let's talk about this guy with the baseball cap.
With a fierce face and the image of a scum sitting on the streets smoking, even in broad daylight, a girl would not hesitate to avoid someone like him.
Pssh, he doesn't care about that anyway.