"They're all fakes."
"The covers look like regular albums, but inside, it's actually this brother's own recordings. Trust me, he might've even recorded a whole album himself."
Talia whispered into Li Wei's ear. Only then did Li Wei realize just how clueless he had been. He had no idea there could be tricks like this.
Li Wei stared at Talia in stunned disbelief, then once more at the man in front of him — thick lips, dreadlocks — his thoughts tangled into knots.
Talia clung to Li Wei's arm, leaning in even closer.
"Look, Taylor, Ed, Beyoncé — you happily take them home, only to find every single one of them is just this guy's hip-hop tracks."
Pfft.
Li Wei couldn't hold back and almost burst out laughing. Instead, he sifted through the stack of vinyl before picking out a Drake album. "Then let's go with this one. At least it's the same genre."
This time, Talia couldn't hold it anymore. She buried her face into Li Wei's arm, muffling her laughter.
