"You have a lot of money?" Woah. He guessed he really was a gangster son. He never was sure how to feel about that, Chenglei always felt like a weird fantasy he had once to pretend like he had friends. If he didn't have pictures of him, he wouldn't have believed it. And then he left with gangsters to join the mafia. "It must pay a lot to be a...a -- Mafia." Was that the right word? He'd seen it around, it sounded right.

"I don't want to use your money, it's all cool. I can live with you until it's safe and then I'll -- I'll ... do something." He wasn't sure yet but he was sure it'd be great. He just didn't think he was going home any time soon.