"Sir, please present your ticket," the conductor said to Qian Cangyi.
"Hmm." Qian Cangyi took out the high-speed rail ticket from his pocket.
After verifying the ticket, the conductor returned it to Qian Cangyi, "May I ask, what drink would you like? We have cola, Sprite, orange juice with bits, and mineral water."
"Just mineral water is fine," Qian Cangyi put away his ticket.
After handing the mineral water to Qian Cangyi, the conductor pushed his trolley to ask the passengers behind him.
Since I've dug out a piece of flesh from Ah-Biao, it wouldn't be right to stay in the original city. Luckily, my family thinks I'm not doing proper work, so it might be best for me to look for an easy job in a nearby province. This way, I could conceal my reason for leaving, and gradually get them used to the absence of me.
