Qin Zhonghui and Su Yun weren't talkative people. Li Xiaomei, on the other hand, felt like she was about to become a rich man's wife and could finally hold her head high. So she plopped right down on the lower bunk and said to Qin Zhonghui and his wife, "Climbing up and down is so tiring. How about I pay you double to give this lower bunk to me?"
What nerve. It was a journey of over twenty hours. It wasn't like she was elderly or disabled, yet she was demanding a lower bunk right off the bat?
Su Yun immediately said, "Sorry, we're not switching. If you need one, go ask someone else."
"How about I give you twenty dollars? You know, you'd have to sell a lot of buns to earn twenty dollars," Li Xiaomei said, her chin held high. "And I'll let bygones be bygones regarding what happened before. In fact, I should thank you. If it weren't for you, Du Liya wouldn't have divorced Zhengfeng so easily. How about I add another ten?"
