140 My Stupid Brother

"YANLIN!!" Lina yelled pushing the door of the store open with a banging sound. The cheap doorframe creaked and the rusty hinges strained, on the verge of breaking.

The little bell rang off the hook from the sudden entrance, almost falling to the floor.

"Crap!" Yanlin shouted dropping a burning joint from his hand. He quickly extinguished the evidence with his sneaker and put on his best innocent face.

"Hey sis, nice to see you-"

"Shut up!" she said pulling her cross-body bag off and slamming it down on the counter.

"What's this about you asking Will for money?!"

Yanlin closed one eye, and pursed his lips trying to recall anything from his memory which was foggier than the room.

"Did I?"

"Don't act dumb!" she said unamused and hands on her hips, "How many times have I told you that he's not a bank! What if he thinks that I'm only interested in him for his money!"

"Did he say that?" Yanlin asked with a surprised expression.