The sun was setting in the west, and a group of people boarded the train, escorted by local officials.
They stayed at the military guesthouse that night.
As soon as Zhou Jiao entered the room, she felt an overwhelming fatigue settle in. After a simple wash, she took the child and immediately went to sleep.
She slept until dawn and when she woke up in the morning, she was still a bit groggy. It wasn't until her son's voice sounded in her ear that she fully woke up.
"Little rascal, where's your dad?" Zhou Jiao, holding her son to help him urinate, noticed Zhang Guoqing was not in the room and asked the child with a smile.
After settling the child, half an hour had already passed. Curious, she opened the door to find that all the rooms on the sides and opposite were closed, realizing they had left her here.
After changing clothes, Zhou Jiao carried the child to the lobby. Before she could inquire, the receptionist, smiling, already handed her a note.
