Chapter 26 Xia Lan's Hatred

These days, many people on trains don't sit according to their tickets, especially those with standing-room tickets. They take any available seat.

Fortunately, today wasn't a holiday, and the passenger count wasn't very high. Chuyi's seat wasn't taken.

He found his assigned seat, took the valuables from his bag, and put them in a smaller bag, stuffing the large bag into the overhead rack. Then Chuyi sat down.

Xia Lan trailed behind.

"Chuyi, are we sitting here?"

The moment Xia Chuyi heard Xia Lan's whiny, delicate voice beside him, he frowned.

Xia Lan, tiptoeing, was about to place her bag next to Chuyi.

"Oh, Chuyi, where is Brother Qing's bag? I don't see it."

"Kept it to annoy, sold it," Chuyi answered casually.

"Ah, you sold it? For how much?" Xia Lan exclaimed, hurrying to ask.

He smirked.

How ironic, Xia Lan cared not that He Qing's personal belongings were gone, but how much they were sold for.