"Eating on the high-speed train is somewhat unethical, isn't it? It's so fragrant..."
Yan Ran felt quite embarrassed holding the egg.
Song Tan didn't mind, "Then let's not eat now, I'm really not hungry."
No sooner had she finished speaking than a "thud" came from behind. Yan Ran turned her head to see a boy around three to five years old kicking the back of her seat, laughing gleefully.
Every kick made his shoes flash a burst of colorful lights.
Seeing Yan Ran turn around, the young man holding the child frowned slightly and then said softly, "I'm sorry, children are mischievous."
At this, Yan Ran's anger subsided.
She turned back, just as she was wrapping the egg with a tissue. Then her seat shook again!
Turning her head once more, she saw the young father offering an apologetic smile again.
Yan Ran: ...I have anger that I can't vent. It's so frustrating.
But Song Tan frowned, just about to say something—
"Thud!"
