The business class seat that Cui Ying bought for Ren Feifan offered the best services on the entire train.
The entire carriage only had about ten seats, much less crowded than the regular ones.
Ren Feifan's seat was 7A, easy to find. He plopped down and was all set to have a quick snooze.
Suddenly, Ren Feifan sensed something amiss. Holy crap, was he the sole occupant in the carriage? Had Cui Ying booked the whole thing?
That was indeed possible; the rich young lady, Cui Ying, could certainly afford to book an entire carriage.
But soon, Ren Feifan realized he had overthought. Six people were rushing towards the carriage entrance; they seemed to be together. Apparently, it was they who had booked the entire carriage, not Cui Ying. Somehow, Cui Ying had managed to snatch one ticket.
A few seconds later, the six people, panting and puffing, walked in. They all stared hard at Ren Feifan as soon as they saw him.