These days, many people don't sit according to their seat number on trains, especially those with standing tickets, taking any available seat they find.
Fortunately, today wasn't a holiday, so the crowd wasn't much, and Xia Chuyi's seat wasn't taken.
Finding the corresponding seat, she took the valuables from her bag and put them in a small bag, stuffed the big bundle onto the rack above, and sat down.
Xia Lan arrived leisurely from behind.
"Chuyi, are we sitting here?"
The moment that sweet, delicate voice reached her ear, Xia Chuyi frowned.
Xia Lan stood on her toes, trying to place her bundle next to Xia Chuyi.
"Huh, Chuyi, where's Brother Qing's bag? Why don't I see it?"
"Sold it, kept things unpleasant." Xia Chuyi replied nonchalantly.
"Ah, sold it, for how much?" Xia Lan exclaimed and quickly asked.
A smirk appeared.
How ironic, Xia Lan wasn't concerned about Brother Qing's things being gone, but rather how much they sold for.
