"I don't care, but you're not leaving today without paying me," the woman relentlessly insisted.
Seeing there was excitement, the surrounding crowd squeezed in, quickly packing the area tight.
"What's going on here?"
"That woman got bumped by the old man, and now she's demanding he pay her."
"Demanding payment just for a bump? How melodramatic!"
"Do you know how much she's asking from that old man? Five hundred!"
"Five hundred? Why doesn't she just rob him?"
"Old man." Li Meixiang touched Lisheng's arm anxiously. The train was about to leave. If they missed this one, they wouldn't make it to Beijing until tomorrow morning.
Lisheng sighed helplessly and reached into his pocket, intending to pay the woman. Encountering such people was simply bad luck.
Song Yan Ning stopped Lisheng's hand and stepped forward to face the woman, "Auntie, how much does this clothing cost?"
