Looking at the one yuan under Ershun's foot, the three men stood up in unison, wanting Ershun to pick up the banknote to see whose it was.
"Why are you stepping on it? Take it out, let's see what it looks like, and see if it's mine." The uncle on the far side was anxious, almost wanting to pry Ershun's foot open to snatch the yuan."
Xiaofeng saw that the three had left their seats, and their attention was drawn to the one yuan under Ershun's foot. She exchanged glances with Wu Yifan, and the two sat down in the seats.
The uncle in the middle saw the two sitting down and reacted, "Hey, we haven't reached our stop yet, you..."
Xiaofeng showed her ticket: "Uncle, the ticket clearly lists the seat numbers. We purchased these seats. We let you sit for a while, and we didn't say anything, did we?"
"So what if you bought them, we got on first," the uncle in the middle retorted. "If you want us to give up the seats, give each of us a yuan."
