On the high-speed train platform, Chu Feng leaned on Wang Xuerui's soft shoulders, his face pale.
His injuries were so severe that walking was difficult for him.
Fortunately, modern technology was advanced, and it would take less than three hours by high-speed train to reach Yan Capital, comfortably and without any hassle.
The platform was bustling with people, and many men, seeing his feeble form leaning on a beautiful woman, couldn't help but curse in their hearts, commenting that it was like flowers stuck in cow dung.
And the dried sort at that.
Wang Weiguo earnestly advised Chu Feng, "Hold on to your ticket. I've booked business class seats for you. Get some good rest on the train.
"Don't wander off when you arrive, Yan Capital University will send someone to pick you up."
He then said to Wang Xuerui, "Are your injuries okay now? Take good care of Xiao Feng, and don't let him overexert himself!"
