Chapter 5
“Hi, you must be Mrs Tsang’s daughter?” The guy who walked into the shop looked like he could’ve been sponsored by a high-end sports brand. The same fancy logo decorated everything he wore, from his cap, to his crisp black T-shirt, all the way down to his fluorescent yellow shoes.
Was he who I thought he was? “Yeah. You are?” I asked, feigning I had absolutely no idea.
“Ben Wong.”
I schooled my expression into nonchalance, trying not to burst out in a fit of inappropriate laughter. My brother was spot on with his vague description. Screams posh indeed. “What can I help you with?” I asked in a calm voice betraying nothing of my inner thoughts.
He scratched his head, barely rumpling his short hair. He had one of those stylish undercuts that needed fortnightly trimmings to stay
