"When did you ask for it?" Tong Sanlang continued to ask.
"Yesterday. They had pretty much finished harvesting their wheat, so the three of them gathered this little pile." Sun Family's chin pointed towards the wheat pile, her tone filled with resentment.
"Did you go out last night? Did your son, Sun Junyan, go out? Where is he now?" Tong Sanlang fired off three questions in a row.
"Who goes out in the middle of the night? It's all wilderness out there. As for Xiaowu, he went to town today, left early in the morning." Sun Family was displeased with the tone Tong Sanlang used, much like how one interrogates a criminal.
But she had no choice. With the respected Lord Yang Ye present, she dared not act rashly.
Tong Sanlang turned his gaze to Qiao Xiaomai.
Qiao Xiaomai crossed her arms, her chin pointing in the direction of Anping Village, "You are skilled in lightness techniques, go ask these three families."
