Zhang Xiaomei's face darkened as she watched the departing driver.
"It's good he didn't want the money."
She felt something rising in her throat again, and with one hand clutching her bag and the other pulling out tissues, she squatted in a corner and began to vomit.
The darned car he drove, and he still wanted to be paid, as if he hadn't already jostled her stomach to the brink.
Why hadn't she noted the license plate earlier to lodge a complaint against that driver?
She had been vomiting for quite a while, and since she hadn't eaten anything that morning, she was now starting to throw up bile.
It wasn't until she couldn't vomit anything more that she managed to stand, leaning against the wall, but now there was a foul smell clinging to her, nauseating even to herself, let alone others.