"There's no way she can borrow it!" Ma Zhenzhen replied to the text with utmost certainty. "Xia Zhiwei is from a poor village on Zhushan Island. I saw her parents when she first arrived for her freshman year. They were dressed in cheap, street-market clothes—poor, unsophisticated, and naive. They looked like easy targets."
After reading the text, the BMW-driving young man was reassured. Still, he texted back, "I already told Mr. Luo and the others I'd be bringing a top-notch girl tonight. Don't you dare mess this up for me."
Ma Zhenzhen replied, "Don't worry."
"Zhiwei, can your friend really help you borrow the money?" asked Tang Guoguo, Xia Zhiwei's best friend.
"He should be able to!" Xia Zhiwei replied, though she wasn't sure.
