At this time, the midday sun had already tilted westward, ushering in the hottest moment of the day.
Officer Li squinted his eyes, with sweat gathering at his forehead and streaming down like little rivers.
"Where did she spring from?" he interrogated Grandma Wang.
The old crone wailed for a while, seeing that no one paid her heed, she tried to run into the house. But when called out, she stiffened in terror and turned around: "It has nothing to do with this old woman. It was all found by this black charcoal, that little wretch!"
Upon hearing Grandma Wang call Yan Lingzhen a little wretch, Xiaoliu felt a surge of displeasure in his heart: "I asked you to help her change clothes, but I didn't allow you to be so presumptuous as to steal from others!"
Yan Lingzhen, standing behind him, couldn't help but be amused upon hearing this. This little blackie was actually defending her; he truly had the heart of an innocent child.
