Heading Toward That Bustling Place

Because Osphia had lived in high society, where every trip came with an arranged private car,

she had no idea how transportation worked in a small English town.

Tang Bing, despite being quite capable in daily life, had only just come to London to study abroad—and mainly because she had no money—so she knew nothing about this either.

"Did you bring enough money before eloping?"

Stunned by the other woman's slightly teasing remark, Fang Ran looked at the kind, beautiful aunt before him, hardly believing that the route problem troubling them

had been resolved so casually and easily by such a coincidence.

According to his original plan, he would have had to sneak carefully into the station while avoiding cameras, or risk kidnapping a passerby to find out how to leave England from this town.

Was his luck really this good?

Having grown accustomed to life on the run, Fang Ran no longer even had the option of asking for directions normally in his mind, and he blankly thought to himself,

indeed, his luck had seemed pretty good lately.

But receiving such unexpected help from a stranger by chance still felt rather unbelievable to him.

"Ah, it's fine. You don't need to worry about that."

Seeing her instinctively adopt the grateful posture she used toward elders, Fang Ran came back to himself and replied, then looked at Tang Bing beside him.

"Hey, Gourd, did you remember it?"

"The train from Paddington Station, and the Heathrow Express airport line, right? Don't worry, Senior. I'm great at memorizing vocabulary."

Hearing her become confident the moment English was mentioned, Fang Ran secretly breathed a sigh of relief now that tonight's urgent problem had been solved. Then he looked at the beautiful woman who had kindly helped them.

At the moment when he hesitated