Walking along the surrounding streets, Wu Hanyang rummaged through the trash cans.
In this state, basically no one would pay attention to him; if they saw him, they would unconsciously steer clear. Yet, Wu Hanyang's gaze was observing his surroundings, though his expression appeared natural.
He looked very old, his face naturally dull, making it unlikely for anyone to notice he was watching his surroundings.
"Alright, I'll send over the video after finishing it by eleven or so." While picking up plastic bottles, Wu Hanyang suddenly looked towards a spot where someone was making a call.
Wu Hanyang happened to hear this sentence, but he didn't think much of it and continued wandering around.
However, his attention was caught by a young man holding a backpack, which clearly held a camera, as the youth was filming something.
"What's this young man going to film?" Wu Hanyang pondered to himself.
"And what's at eleven?"
