"Hello, seven sleeper tickets to Sichuan Province, please." Qing Teng handed the money through the window.
"Miss, I am sorry, but there are no sleeping berths available." The ticket seller could not do anything about it. They were asking for too many berths that were not available, so she could only tell them they were not for sale.
"Are they not available or you don't want to sell?" Qing Teng's stern face was intimidating. You wouldn't want to provoke her unnecessarily.
"It's not that we don't have enough to accommodate your whole group." The ticket seller explained, looking at the now irritated Qing Teng. It wasn't that she didn't want to sell; she simply couldn't.
"Then we will take sit-up tickets, thank you." Nangong Beiying and Qin Xue who were standing nearby then spoke up after hearing the ticket seller's statement.
