It was almost noon when everything was over.
After saying goodbye to the little girl and her family, and declining their invitation to visit their home, Song Shuhang got on the subway back to Jiangnan College.
Neither of them asked for the other party’s contact information. After all, they just met by chance. However, they might meet again as fate would have it.
In fact, the white-shirted man wanted to ask for Song Shuhang’s contact information, but he was too embarrassed to do that...
There were not many passengers on his way back, and Song Shuhang was lucky to find an empty seat. He put a big shopping bag on his side—it contained the black suitcase of Altar Master.
After he got out from the subway, he immediately found a shopping bag to wrap the black suitcase. After all, the black suitcase was ill-gotten. He’d better hide it.
The train slowly started, and Song Shuhang finally relaxed a little bit.