When Xiao Feng and his companions arrived in Jiangcheng, it was already around six o'clock the next morning.
In fact, according to the fastest itinerary, they should have arrived three hours earlier.
However, since there was no urgent matter, there was naturally no need to rush.
Although the sky had not fully brightened, there were already quite a few people entering and exiting the train station.
Iron Head Baby looked around and finally locked his gaze on a twenty-story office building. In a tone typical of a rural person entering the city, he said, "Is this Jiangcheng? It's so big, so magnificent!"
Xiao Feng and Sun Shijie exchanged glances but didn't say much.
Jiangcheng, such a puny place, can hardly be associated with the word magnificent, but for Iron Head Baby, just out of the village, it's quite an eye-opener.
"Let's call home first to let them know we're safe," Xiao Feng reminded.
