At the earnest request of the three, Wang Zhifan finally agreed to let them return, permitting them to enter the luxury carriage. He felt that having a few more helpers would be somewhat useful.
Thus, the previously somewhat empty carriage No. 666 regained a bit of liveliness. The young man with dark circles, the greasy-faced middle-aged man, and the cold-faced woman entered and slumped onto the white sofa, occupying the space that was previously unused.
After they entered, Wang Zhifan chatted with them briefly about what just happened, learning how the ticket checking had exhausted them. Then, he continued to lie on the sofa to cultivate, while the others either rested or chatted idly, creating a relaxed atmosphere.
