A light mist enveloped the train station in the early morning.
Ji Xiaosong carried her luggage, sticking close behind Xu Weidong.
There weren't many people on the platform. Most were workers catching the early train, with a few people in cadre uniforms occasionally hurrying past.
"Brother Wei Dong, which train are we taking?" she asked in a low voice.
Xu Weidong didn't answer. He just stopped abruptly and turned to her. "Someone will be here to pick you up in a bit."
Ji Xiaosong froze. "You're not coming with me?"
Xu Weidong's gaze swept across the platform as he said in a low voice, "I have a mission."
The words had barely left his mouth when a middle-aged man in a gray Mao suit walked over. He nodded at Xu Weidong, then gave Ji Xiaosong a friendly smile. "You must be Comrade Ji? I'm Mr. Zhao from the Provincial Bureau of Commerce, and I'm in charge of receiving you."
Ji Xiaosong's heart sank.
'Is Xu Weidong trying to get rid of me?'
