Just then, the door was thrown open. A blast of cold wind rushed in, carrying an angry roar.
"Kevin! Get away from him!"
Michael stood in the doorway, his chest heaving.
He rushed forward, slapped the tinfoil packet out of Kevin's hand, and gave him a hard shove, pushing him back onto the sofa.
"How many times have I told you!" he roared. "Don't bring this stuff home, and especially don't pull it out in front of my friends!"
"Well, well, look who's back," Kevin sneered. "Isn't it the pride of our family, the apple of Mom's eye? Always talking about working, but you never bring a single penny home. All that studying's gotten you nowhere."
Michael opened his mouth, but in the end, he swallowed the words about the money he was saving.
"Li Wei... thanks for bringing me the books," he said. "Things are a little messy here. I need to talk with my brother."
Li Wei nodded and prepared to leave.
As he closed the door, he could still hear Michael and Kevin arguing:
