"What the hell?"
Lin Baici frowned, straightened up, and looked around.
The train had stopped at a station five minutes ago. Could it be that a passenger had forgotten their luggage?
That's not right!
The sense of hunger was too strong; it wasn't something caused by losing an item worth a few thousand yuan.
"Could it be that there are taboo things on this train?"
Lin Baici rubbed his belly, deciding not to figure it out.
It was past 11 a.m., and some people began to prepare instant noodles for lunch.
The rich aroma of the seasoning packets spread, keeping Lin Baici from sleeping. He put on his headphones and listened to Jay Chou's songs, continuing to read his novel.
Song Li wasn't the type to pester incessantly. Seeing that Lin Baici wasn't interested in her, she gave up, started chatting with the sycophants, sent a few selfies, acted coquettishly, and fed them some "dog food."
