"I don't know!"
"What?"
The skinny-faced man's expression twisted in disbelief at the landlady's answer.
Is this fat woman genuinely ignorant of Chen Pingchuan, or is she deliberately refusing to tell me? he wondered.
The skinny-faced man stared fixedly at the landlady's face, as if trying to see right through her. After several seconds, he had to admit he might be dealing with an idiot. To waste so much time for an answer like that... he felt like he had the worst luck imaginable. He couldn't even be bothered to maintain a final shred of civility.
With a grim expression, he said coldly, "Since you don't know, shouldn't you give me my money back?"
"What money back?"
"The money for asking a question!"
"Didn't you ask?"
"I did!"
"You asked, so why should I return any money?"
"But you said you don't know!"
"And what was this money for, exactly?"
