Yang Bo smiled wryly at his boss, but in his heart he was thinking, fifty thousand yuan, this is fifty thousand yuan! If he had this money, he could get his father hospitalized for treatment first!,Though he hesitated a little, Yang Bo didn't look back. He kept moving forward. He was already struggling to save himself, so how could he possibly help others at this time,When he came back, Yang Bo's hands were carrying a lunchbox. He gently placed a box of fried rice in front of the old beggar and didn't speak.。