To certain passengers, Jiang Ning currently looked like an extremist. People kept glancing over in his direction, though none dared to meet his gaze.
Jiang Ning ignored these self-righteous do-gooders, raising his chin to look up at the luggage rack.
It was the Spring Festival travel rush, and many people were heading home for the New Year, carrying bags of all shapes and sizes. Because Jiang Ning and Pei Yujing had boarded late, the luggage racks were already packed to capacity.
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