Deep in the night, the train station.
Principal's wife, Zhang Dashan, carried her luggage as she got off the train, looking exhausted.
"Sister Zhang."
Zhang Dashan turned around, taking a step back in surprise.
A figure stood behind her, wrapped in a silk scarf, donned sunglasses, and wore loose clothing. This late-night getup was quite intimidating.
"It's me." Suizi took off her sunglasses.
Zhang Dashan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Chenchen, what's the deal with this late-night disguise? Did your man make you angry forcing you to run away from home in the middle of the night?"
"He's fine, but I think you might have some trouble."
Zhang Dashan furrowed her brows as Suizi looked around the now scant station platform, and led Zhang Dashan behind a pillar.
The station wasn't strictly managed at this hour. Anyone could enter with a platform ticket, and few were getting off this late train. Here was likely the safest place to talk.
