The middle-aged man hastily snatched the banknote and looked at it carefully to verify its authenticity. After determining that this banknote was indeed genuine, he stuffed it into his sleeve without delay and left in a hurry without even tidying up his place.
Xiao Jing disdainfully glanced at the middle-aged man's hastily leaving figure and slowly looked back to Ling Yao.
"In this way, we have a place to stay. What comes next would be to search for that trash's whereabouts."
Ling Yao furrowed her eyebrows. "However, we haven't seen that trash for over ten years, and even if he were to appear before us, we might not recognize him."
"Rest assured," Xiao Jing smiled mysteriously, "I have something in my hands and with this, I can recognize him if he was to appear before me!"
