Xiao Feng certainly didn't really look for Bai Yongge. First, he didn't have the free time, and second, dealing with such a guy wouldn't bring any sense of achievement.
Leaving the inpatient department, Xiao Feng took out five hundred yuan and counted it.
The "swish swish" sound was simply more beautiful than any musical notes, like a sound from heaven.
"This trip was worth it," Xiao Feng murmured to himself.
Anyone who didn't understand his personality would surely find it incredible.
Clearly affluent, yet he can be so happy over five hundred yuan?
But Xiao Feng never forgot the times when he had no money; even though five hundred yuan isn't much, if spent frugally, it's enough for a month's food.
This is perhaps keeping one's original intention.
Stopping a taxi, Xiao Feng returned to Jinyue Garden the same way he came.
From afar, he saw a brand-new Passat parked outside his home; judging by the model, it was worth roughly four hundred thousand.
