At 12:40 p.m. on July 13, the high-speed train arrived at Pengcheng East Railway Station.
Dong Qingfeng got off the train and stood at the exit, looking toward the east and west ends of the passageway.
Yang Sheng and Tang Fu were behind him.
Tang Fu in particular was wearing cropped jeans. Her long legs, toned by frequent exercise, looked slender and shapely beneath the fabric, their curves exceptionally beautiful. As she descended the stairs, she carried an indescribable air of casual elegance.
Passing men could not help being dazzled by her long legs, their gazes drawn to her.
"The conductor actually let him change his ticket," Tang Fu said in surprise.
Yang Sheng said, "If they hadn't let him change it, he definitely would've kept causing trouble."
Thinking of the commotion Barefoot Uncle had caused, Yang Sheng dismissed it with disdain. They were away from home, after all; the less trouble, the better. That was why she had not pursued the matter.
"Which way do we go?" The two paths before her left Tang Fu confused. She could not tell directions and always had to rely on others to lead the way when traveling.
Dong Qingfeng led them onward. "Follow me. Pengcheng is my home turf!"
Every gesture of his was brimming with high spirits.
During their trip to Tai City, Dong Qingfeng had lacked experience, and the class monitor had led them everywhere. As a result, he had never gotten the chance to show off in front of Tang Fu, Yang Sheng, and Jiang Yanan.
Now that he had escaped the class monitor's shadow and stepped into Pengcheng, he could finally be useful.
"Oh, right. One of our classmates is planning to come over too," Dong Qingfeng informed them.
Yang Sheng was puzzled. "Who?"
She had been too