Jiang Ning didn't go to pick up the tickets, because Xue Yuantong had gotten them for him.
He sat in the cool shadow outside the train station, watching the hurried tourists come and go.
He didn't know when going home had started to feel like a burden.
People always asked, "How much is your salary now?" "Have you found a partner?" "What job does your partner do?"
Question after question made him resistant, yet he could only respond with a smile.
Therefore, going home had also become a burden.
But this time, he was actually looking forward to going home. The night before, Xue Yuantong had murmured in his ear whether Chuchu had watered the flowers on the windowsill on time, and whether Mom had made new snacks...
Beside Jiang Ning stood Tang Fu, almost his height, who also hadn't picked up her tickets because Dong Qingfeng had taken care of it for her.
