"Who are you?" the alluring woman looked towards Lin Dong.
Lin Dong replied, "A passenger."
"A passenger? Why are you yapping? Mind your own business, or I'll take care of you too," the alluring woman sneered.
Hearing this, Lin Dong's expression darkened.
He was about to say something, but the elderly man from Yinghua Country next to the alluring woman spoke first with his broken Chinese:
"Sorry, ladies, I'll offer double the price to exchange seats with you."
He looked at them with a smile that seemed kind and amiable.
"We won't switch!" At the moment, with Lin Dong's backing, Zhang Xia had some confidence and firmly said.
Upon hearing this, the face of the Yinghua Country elder darkened, but he soon put on that habitual smile again.
Then he gently asked, "Miss, why won't you switch?"
"Why should I switch?" Zhang Xia retorted.