Chiang Tian stepped off the train and stood on the platform, vigorously patting the dust off his clothes with both hands, a look of disgust as he surveyed his surroundings.
Enough of this, what a dump. I can't believe Chiang Qing can put up with it, all broken and old, and they even talk about developing trade and commerce here, pff, nothing but a heap of ruins.
Chiang Tian looked down and patted his clothes again, suddenly exclaiming in dismay as he spotted a black paw print at the hem of his coat, all too conspicuous.
It must have been that filthy little brat just now, damn it, so dirty. People this poor shouldn't even be taking the train.
No, this godforsaken Qing City doesn't even have an airport, it's too damn broken down.
Or maybe, I just hop back on the train and go home. Who would want to come to this crappy place anyway?
