The room next door.
Yang Gang had once again moved into this room, with the arrangements of the room remaining unchanged.
It seemed that only he lived in this room. During his time away from the Yang family, this room had been left vacant.
Of course, routine cleaning had been maintained throughout.
Yang Gang lay on the bed, his hands cushioning his head, lost in his thoughts.
At this moment, the old swindler unexpectedly called him.
"Hey, Gang, what are you up to?"
"Just to be clear, my identity as an impostor has been exposed. Recently, I haven't undertaken any bounty tasks and I'm out of cash," Yang Gang immediately stated.
Whenever he's on the phone with the old swindler now, his opening line always has to stress that he's broke!
"Really now, can our master-disciple relationship be measured by money?" The old swindler sounded quite depressed.
Yang Gang flatly ignored him: "Cut to the chase! If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."