C147 Night Time.(1)

I've seen it all before. When I was sixteen, I looked like an elementary school kid, and now, at best, I've graduated to looking like a middle schooler. Not much of a difference.

Hsiang Tai grumbled to himself. He had snapshots of everyone's IDs on his phone. As a professional landlord, how could he not keep a copy of their identification? It was a pointless act, really