Of the three passengers sitting opposite Ji Wanmei and her companion, two appeared to be a couple; the other was a middle-aged man wearing an ill-fitting suit.

Both men, whether married or traveling alone, couldn't help but glance at Ji Wanmei's face repeatedly after she got into the car.

Ji Wanmei was used to the admiring attention she received from others.

But after all, this was a train, and the two rows of seats were facing each other. Being so close, with only a small table in between, the two men's staring eyes made Ji Wanmei feel a little uncomfortable.

She furrowed her brows slightly, about to put on the black hooded jacket to cover her face and avoid the discomfort.

Lei Tingjun, who was squeezed on the outside of the carriage, glanced at the two men opposite Ji Wanmei with a deep look, and his tall figure immediately walked over.

At 1.85 meters tall, he was like a wall among men whose average height was 1.7 meters. No one dared to stop him wherever he went.

Even the migrant workers who were casually sitting on the ground quickly moved their woven bags and luggage aside to make way for him when they saw him.

Lei Tingjun walked over as if no one was there, going straight to the back of Ji Wanmei's row of seats. He stood right behind Secretary Li, but Secretary Li was looking down at his book and didn't notice Lei Tingjun standing behind him.

Lei Tingjun's appearance was already cold and imposing. He looked quite fierce even when he wasn't smiling. At this moment, his eyes were sharp and murderous as he stared at the two men opposite Ji Wanmei.

The two men trembled under Lei Tingjun's dark, cold gaze, shrinking back like quails, heads bowed, not daring to utter a sound.

Not to mention, if he glanced at Ji Wanmei's face, he would immediately become obedient.

Ji Wanmei turned her head to the side and glanced at Lei Tingjun with a smile.