Zhang Beixing at this moment didn't know that someone three carriages away bore ill intentions towards him.
Nor did he know that a group of people who didn't even know him were frantically pushing towards his carriage.
To avoid being too conspicuous, these people all came pretending to be bystanders, making it less likely to arouse his suspicion.
Currently, Zhang Beixing was rather annoyed.
This Lady Lia was sitting across from him, crying beautifully.
Yes, beautifully.
Her act of crying was entirely for the benefit of the train officer.
The dark-skinned train officer, with his large nose almost steaming, seemed as if he were about to vent all his rage.
At this moment, Zhang Beixing's head was starting to ache a little.
The train officer seemed to be somewhat biased, didn't he?
When Zhang Beixing called him over and he started asking about the situation.
He had a noticeable spark in his eyes as soon as he saw Lia, not hiding it at all.
