Under Feng Qingxue's careful watch, the night passed without incident.
The next day, the train arrived in Shanghai, and the mother and her five children carried their luggage and followed the crowd out of the train station.
They weren't very lucky; it was drizzling.
The winters in the north are dry and cold, with biting winds, while the south is wet and cold, with constant moisture. The children, who usually lived in the north, found it very uncomfortable, and Fubao's brow almost turned into a caterpillar.
"Let's get on the tram first and find a place to stay," Feng Qingxue regretted not being prepared and hadn't brought an umbrella.
Fortunately, the mother and children were dressed warmly enough that even getting wet wouldn't soak through their clothes.
Lu Erxiong looked around excitedly and bounced around until Feng Qingxue pulled him onto the tram.
