Fu Peng squinted his triangular eyes full of suspicion as he stroked his chin and scrutinized Fu Song for a moment, his voice cold as ice, "What do you want from me?"
Fu Song hung his head low, his toe tapping on a stone, his voice echoing in the pot-like enclosure as he replied, "Someone came to our house this morning and gave me five dollars, saying it was for you to repay a debt. I was afraid I'd lose it, so I brought it to you on purpose."
He handed over the five dollars Meng Chuyue had given him that morning, trembling with fear.
He was extremely reluctant to part with those five dollars.
But he knew the suspicious-natured Fu Peng would certainly search his body.
The day before yesterday, he had heard Fu Peng complaining about some people who hadn't repaid the money they borrowed, so he took the occasion to feign retreat as an advance.
Fu Peng's expression softened a bit, but after taking the money, he still searched Fu Song's body.