Beijing, a certain community.
The small one-bedroom was a mess all around, with dirty clothes strewn across the sofa.
On the coffee table, beer bottles and instant noodle boxes were piled up haphazardly. Lu Hao, wearing only a tank top and shorts, tapped his fingers rapidly on the computer keyboard, searching for the latest information on Luo Xiaoqian and Leng Zimo.
Although he really wanted to make this money, he was well aware of one thing—it wasn't easy money.
Luo Xiaoqian wasn't the issue, the problem was Leng Zimo.
This man was too powerful. Lu Hao had already suffered a loss last time, so naturally, he would be even more cautious this time.
As he searched, he noted down anything of value.
His phone rang on the desk, and he glanced at the display which read "Hospital Debt Ghost." Annoyed, he hung up directly.
Previously, Luo Xiaoqian had already fronted the surgery costs for his mother, but the surgery hadn't saved his mother's health.
