After placing the suitcase properly.
Tang Song sat down by the window seat, opened his phone, took a picture of the front of the carriage, and shared it with Liu Qingning.
He left a message: "On board safely, no need to worry."
After sending the message, he placed his phone face down on the small table, slightly leaned sideways, and leaned against the seat to observe his surroundings.
The carriage layout was no different from the usual business seats, arranged 2+1, with spacious seats, and light gray leather seats exuding a sense of luxury.
Since it was a peak time on Saturday morning, passengers boarded the business carriage one after another, and it quickly filled up to eight or nine-tenths full.
At this moment.
A middle-aged man in a gray suit came over and sat down next to him.
He was about forty years old or so, with a lean build, gold-rimmed glasses, meticulously groomed hair, appearing professional and reserved.
