Sang was familiar with the embarrassed air. She stood up, bent her back across half the table, dropped the money on the back of Mei’s hand behind a bowl, and tapped on the man’s shoulder next to hers. “Mang, we need a talk. Now. Outside.”
There they went for their “family business only”. Mei’s hands, unconsciously and uneasily, touched the money while her cautious ears were listening, eyes following the backs of Mang and Sang, whose footsteps descended to the direction of the shed.