"My wife is 21 years old."
"Here it is," The man brought over a file of medicine and passed it to him, "She needs to take this two times a day until she feels better.
"Sanitary napkins," Jun Zixuan said, holding the medicine in his hand.
"Sir, which one do you want?"
"Get me two from all the best brands you have.," He paused. It should be enough right, "Wait…Make it three."
"Yes, your wife will be pleased." So rich, so wilful! The owner inwardly cheered ready to embrace the dollar signs.
The man nodded his head, satisfied.
"And she is carsick."
"We have medicines for that too."
"And…"
…
'Blargh….'
Holding a water bottle in her hand, Yu Mei was squatting on the side of the road as she puked her guts out.
