Without hesitation, Gao Lang forked over a small fortune—five times the standard price—for two measly motion sickness pills.
Granted, he'd expected a markup, but the sheer audacity of the price still sent a ripple of disbelief through the group. "Absolute daylight robbery," someone muttered.
Passengers nearby, who had just been toying with the idea of purchasing the pills themselves, immediately retracted their intentions, whispering among themselves, "Forget it. We'll just hold it in. Even puking seems more reasonable than throwing money at that kind of scam. I mean, those people bought sleeper seats—they're obviously loaded. We're not in their league."
Gao Lang paid the mutterings no mind. His focus was on his son. He gave Gao Ming the medication, and mercifully, the child stopped retching. But he wilted completely—no longer the bright-eyed boy eager to soak in the scenery with Su Li. Now, just sitting upright seemed an insurmountable task.
