The train stopped at the station, but Han Qianyi still didn't see Zheng He return.
Han Qianyi turned her head in the direction where Zheng He had disappeared and wondered aloud, "Why hasn't Zheng He come back yet? We've arrived."
Wan Chen calmly said, "Who cares what he's doing. He's a big boy; he can't just disappear. Besides, after being with him for so long, do you still believe what he says?"
If Zheng He isn't up to some mischief, then he wouldn't be Zheng He.
But after the four disembarked, it seemed they still hadn't caught sight of Zheng He.
Han Qianyi couldn't help speculating, "Could Zheng He have already reached the destination?"
Chen Xixi scanned the crowd and indeed, didn't see Zheng He.
No way? This guy already has a decent income from the donations, could he now be intending to take these twenty yuan too?
At that thought, Chen Xixi felt an unprecedented sense of crisis and quickly dragged her suitcase, sprinting toward the destination.
