The suitcase's wheels rumbled on the concrete. Shattered red bricks, left by some unknown child, littered the road. Chen Yuan carefully steered around the fragments, afraid the shoddy wheels would get knocked off.
His mom, Mrs. Chen, had bought the black suitcase. The quality wasn't great. The first time Chen Yuan had taken it to college, he'd felt that it would fall apart with the slightest bit of force. Both the exterior, made of some unknown material, and the polyester-lined interior seemed paper-thin.
'And this damn thing cost a hundred yuan,' Chen Yuan grumbled to himself.
As the saying goes, they'll rip off a stranger, but they'll fleece an acquaintance. Mrs. Chen never should have trusted the general store run by their neighbor, the teacher. This suitcase must have been sitting in their stock for at least two years, unsold.
And they had the nerve to say it was new stock.
'If I'd known, it would've been so much better to just buy a cheap, good-quality one online…'
