Ding Ding was astonished that Bai Congming thought that way.
With mobile payments so widespread these days, Ding Ding had made a special trip to the bank to withdraw a large sum and stuff it into the piggy bank for Bai Congming, who only used cash, only for Bai Congming to say he had no money.
Ding Ding was furious. He stepped on the gas and drove straight home, then went inside and dug out the piggy bank.
"Look for yourself! You call this having no money?!"
Bai Congming's nose twitched. Brother Ding now seemed like the kind of vegetable that hurt his mouth when he ate it. He hunched his shoulders, not daring to speak.
Seeing that he would not move, Ding Ding pulled out the piggy bank's stopper and took out the bills one by one.
"Isn't this money?"
"It... it's money..." Bai Congming shrank back. "It's Brother Ding's money."
Ding Ding grew even angrier. "What do you mean?"
"Little Bai's money... was old. This isn't my money."
"..."
In the past, after getting paid, Bai Congming would go to the market to buy potatoes. He would hand over a crisp hundred-yuan bill and get back lots of old bills, dirty and torn.
Bai Congming would stuff all of them into his piggy bank.
Of course he knew what his own things looked like.
"Brother Ding..." Bai Congming sidled up to Ding Ding and blew on him. "Doesn't hurt."
Ding Ding had not been hurting in the first place. He caught Bai Congming by the chin and bit his cheek.
"Well, aren't you something! Who called you a fool? You're a shrewd little thing!"
He used a little force this time, and by the time he let go, half of Bai Congming's cheek was red.
Bai Congming covered