The entrance of the train station was bustling with taxis coming and going. They were all there to pick up fares and, seeing Meng Qingmei and her husband waiting for someone, they approached them to ask, "Are you leaving?"
"No, we're not leaving! Someone's picking us up." Meng Qingmei declined the taxi driver and irritably looked at her watch, saying to her husband, "Why hasn't Yan Huan arrived yet?"
"Let's wait a bit longer. Maybe he's busy with something at his unit?" Ji Shuanglin suggested.
"Actually, we don't really need her to pick us up. We can just take a taxi. It'd only take a moment to get to Ji Chuan's workplace. Once we get there, we can easily find out where he lives, right?"
"No. Let's wait a bit more. You already told her the time. I bet Yan Huan is hurrying on her way. Look at this weather; it's pouring rain, the roads might be difficult to travel. It could even be traffic."
