Hangzhou Railway Station. Chen Xiaolian walked out of the railway station and stood outside. The weather was not looking good and a light drizzle was falling down amid the gloomy atmosphere.
Chen Xiaolian knew that Han Bi went to a middle school within Hangzhou City and his address was located at the West Lake area.
The school was not that hard to find. He simply stopped a cab and got it to bring him over to the school. After arriving, he saw that the gate of the school was closed. Chen Xiaolian frowned.
There were still a few more days before school reopens. Thus, the number of students within the school was scarce.
Chen Xiaolian’s age allowed him to walk into the school undeterred. The guard at the gate simply assumed him to be a student of the school.
He walked around the sports field for a while and watched a group of boys playing football despite the rain. One after another, they sloshed onto the ground, their bodies resembling mudskippers. Yet, none of them became tired.
