"Impossible, my son looks down on me for selling pesticides, how could he possibly sell drugs for someone else?" The middle-aged man was somewhat agitated, his neck stiff as he bellowed loudly.
Seeing this, Li Qing said, "There's no point in everyone getting red in the face and arguing. If I were you, Uncle, I'd just call your son and ask him. If it's really not true, then there's nothing to worry about."
Officer Wang nodded and said, "Make the call!"
Faced with the officer's order, the middle-aged man hesitated, then took out his phone and dialed.
"You worthless piece of crap, have you been selling drugs on the sly recently?" As soon as the call connected, the middle-aged man roared with rage.
The voice that came from the speakerphone, tinged with youthful naivety, replied, "Even though you're my old man, don't talk nonsense. I haven't touched your stuff. If you don't believe it, go home and count it yourself to see if anything's missing."
