The ticket seller was in a dilemma, visibly aware that Zhao Jianing was not an ordinary person just by her attire. Just as she was about to speak, Luo Siyan said, "Zhao Jianing, stop making trouble out of nothing.
You arrived late and still want others to give up their seat for you, what do you think? Are you seventy or eighty years old? I haven't heard that you get motion sickness. It's not good for someone so young to lie. Sit down quietly at once."
Hearing this, the ticket seller said, "Comrade, the bus will start soon, please take a seat. Make sure you don't lose your footing and fall when we take a turn." The ticket seller's countenance was no longer as friendly as before.
Biting her lip, Zhao Jianing reluctantly sat down, hating Luo Siyan to the core. Luo Siyan had always been at odds with her, and even now, she was as unpleasant as ever.