decisions to make.
Xu Bo sat cradling a bottle of beer. Ever since Huang Li had phoned to tell him about his mother seeing her at the café, he'd been in a foul mood and had even smashed his phone against the wall in Gregory's kitchen. The stupid girl, he snarled, couldn't she just have kept out of sight for two days? And what on earth was his mother doing in Puxi on a Saturday?
“Look,” his friend soothed, leaning on the back of the sofa, “What's done is done now, you'll just have to come up with a good story to tell your parents. Maybe you could say that you and Li just needed some time together, would that work?”
“No,” the Chinese youngster sighed, “I pretty much stay out three or four nights a week now anyway, so they probably think I'm spending my time over at Li's place. Everything
