Cheng Qianfan opened the window and glanced outside. The sky was overcast, as if it were about to rain.,He clutched his ticket pouch tightly, his gaze piercing as he scrutinized every passenger up and down. "Tickets for those boarding!" he shouted from his perch.,Today is the anniversary of my late wife and youngest son's passing. All the kids drink well, both daughters can have a couple of drinks too.。