Wu Genmao and Cao Shijian chased Mr. Wang all the way to the train station and only gave up after watching him board the train.
"Which direction is that train heading?" asked Lin Nianhe.
"It seems to be heading towards Beijing, but we don't know where they'll get off," Wu Genmao touched his nose, "We didn't bring a letter of introduction, so it wasn't possible for us to continue following them."
The youth who once hopped trains finally remembered the need for a letter of introduction when going out, a commendable improvement indeed.
Lin Nianhe nodded: "It's okay, as long as they left, that's all that matters. Thank you for your effort."
"Hehe, it's nothing!"
"Yeah, it's really nothing!"
Wang Shumei stewed two chickens that evening and delivered them to the families who had helped.
She herself casually ate some noodles and then retired to her room.
After busying himself in his room for a while, Lin Nianhe took a sheet of drawing paper and knocked on Wang Shumei's door.
