The middle-aged man, in the midst of his talking, began to cry, with tears and snot streaming down his face: "Young brother, you tell me, what kind of world is this where honest folk like us deserve to be bullied?"
Tang Yuran turned her head to glance at Gu Yu, then tugged at the corner of her mouth, reached for a tissue, and handed it to the middle-aged man in the upper bunk: "Uncle, don't be too sad... It's better to find out now than a few years later, right?"
"You don't understand, big sister... I..." The middle-aged man took the tissue from Tang Yuran, blew his nose hard, and just as he was about to say more to her, Gu Yu wrapped his arm around Tang Yuran's shoulders and glared at the man, saying, "My wife has a headache and isn't feeling well; let her rest for a bit, won't you? And didn't you say you were going to take a nap just now? How come you're not asleep yet?"
