The train moved steadily forward, and Lu Xiaobu alternated between eating and sleeping, occasionally pondering life, without a care in the world. Every now and then, he would sigh, "Life is so dull!"
Ye Changsheng did even less, just lying there clenching his fists, constantly suppressing his urge to hit someone!
In contrast, Pan Yang and Zheng Hai were incredibly busy.
They were doing everything, worrying about every little thing.
Moreover, to prevent the train attendants from disturbing the two "lords," they handled all matters themselves.
Luckily, even though the chubby guy was a second-generation rich kid, due to others' disdain, he hadn't shied away from these menial tasks and did them competently.
Just now, Pan Yang had finished one such task and was walking back with a bowl of instant noodles.
Having finally cleaned up, he had opened the compartment door to let some air in and was preparing to take a bite to replenish himself.
