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Arriving at the familiar station, Jiang Feng looked at the not-so-busy crowd, breathed in the slightly murky air due to the congestion of people, wiped the sweat from his neck, and felt an odd sense of nostalgia.

It had been a long time since he had come to pick someone up at the train station/airport, and he had almost forgotten his role as the designated pick-up expert of the Jiang Family.

In mid-August, Beiping was frighteningly hot.

Jiang Feng glanced at his phone. Jiang Junlian had messaged him eight minutes ago saying the train had arrived and they would probably be coming out soon, as they had a lot of luggage it might take a bit longer.

Jiang Feng felt like having an ice pop.

He reckoned he hadn't had an ice pop for about a year; he had had iced milk tea in the summer, but he seemed not to have had ice cream or ice pops, at least not this summer.