“Here,” she said, holding out the bag to Weng.

“You can only get this in Ningbo.”

Weng didn’t move.

“Go on,” Shirley said. “Don’t be shy.”

Weng took the bag.

“Why did you follow me to school the other day?”

“You’re mistaken,” Weng told her. “I don’t—”

“No mistake,” Shirley said, holding up her phone,

“I recorded you.”

“Your phone takes video?”

“We don’t have to play games,” Shirley said. “I know who you are.
My mother told me about you, but never said that you were rich!”

“I’m not rich.”

“Modest too!”