Goldie Thorne shielded his head, crying foul. "I already gave you the money! That hundred yuan was everything I had. Do you think I robbed a bank or something? Where would I get more money?"
'Of course I still have money,' he thought, 'I just don't want to hand it over. What kind of man doesn't carry a little cash? I wouldn't be able to hold my head up high without it.'
"If you have no money, how did you buy anything? Didn't you say you had a surprise for us?" Byron Thorne saw right through him. 'This little rascal is still trying to trick me.'
"I spent it all! See for yourselves, my pockets are cleaner than my face."
Goldie Thorne turned all his pockets inside out. They were indeed spotless, without even a single coin. Byron Thorne was skeptical. 'There's no way this kid is telling the truth.'
"Show me your feet!"
