Once the officers arrived at the village, they headed straight toward the Zhao clan's house.
Just a few seconds later, the cries of Zhao Xing's mother echoed throughout the village.
Zhao Xing was dragged out of the house as if he were a dead dog.
When that happened, Zhao Chuchu was already present at the scene with the rest of the crowd. She stood in the back and enjoyed the show.
"They said that Zhao Xing robbed and murdered someone. They're searching his house now."
"When did that happen? Isn't he a cripple now? Hey! Look! They're digging for something in the garden!"
"Holy! Isn't that a hairpin made out of gold? And that bracelet! That's more expensive than the lady owner of the grain store in the town wears!"
When the officers raised those items in front of Zhao Xing, the color drained from his face. He sat on the ground and trembled in fear.
