An Ning slipped the note into her pocket and followed An Guoming. The two of them flowed with the crowd out of the station.
The station in Yangcheng was a world apart from Beijing.
This place was so much more alive!
Bright colors, flowing skirts, perms and curls, fashionable handbags.
The fashion was completely different from Beijing—or from the North in general.
"There's a bus over there. Let's go take a look. We can't stay near the train station."
An Ning had no objection, but first, she pulled out the note Jiang Xia had given her.
It was a palm-sized slip of paper, covered in tiny, densely packed words.
"What's this?"
An Guoming leaned in for a look, and An Ning didn't try to hide it.
"Information from Jiang Xia."
'Jiang Xia?'
An Guoming's heart began to pound. 'His little sister left home, and she made a point to tell Jiang Xia?'
'And that kid Jiang Xia even prepared a note for her?'
'Why did he suddenly feel like his little sister was about to be stolen away?'
