Hearing the question, the woman stammered a bit. "Since your second brother had something come up and isn't returning, I went ahead and exchanged his ticket."
The girl's face was full of displeasure. "You must be glad he's not coming back so you can turn the ticket into cash, and then use it to subsidize your blood-sucking family, right?"
The woman's face turned ugly when she heard this, but she also got angry. "If he's not returning, shouldn't the ticket be put to use rather than wasted? What's wrong with exchanging it?"
The girl looked at her, still daring to argue. "Then why did you specifically exchange the lower bunk?"
That was naturally because the lower bunk was more expensive, the woman thought, feeling somewhat guilty. "What's so good about the lower bunk? It's not safe, and people always want to borrow the seat."
The girl was fuming, but since the lower bunk was already taken, it wasn't appropriate to make more of a fuss.
