Feng Yun frowned, "The thief you saw, was it a man or a woman?"
Several people looked at each other, "It was a young man."
Zhang Erbing's brother, Zhang Sander, stammered with a tone that was both disgusting and extremely roundabout: "I saw that the thief was good-looking, and it seemed like he had a mask on his face. He looked around for a moment and then climbed over the wall and entered, almost as if he sneaked in to steal someone..."
The crowd was in an uproar.
Finally, someone came out to speak up for Feng Yun.
"Zhang Sander, don't just go spouting nonsense. We all know what the Zhang family has against the Village Chief's wife..."
"Right, you're up to no good."
Zhang Erbing sneered, "True or not, there's no proof. Won't we know after a search?"
Then he looked at Feng Yun with a teasing expression, his face anything but serious.
"Village Chief's wife, do you dare to open the door and let us see if you're hiding anyone in there?"
