Uncle Lin called out for Zhao Peng several times in the courtyard, but no one responded.
Wang, the accountant, followed Uncle Lin nervously until Uncle Lin turned around and asked her, "Where's Zhao Peng?"
Wang, the accountant, said, "He went, went into the city."
"You're still lying! I called the toll station for leaving Yanggou Town, and from yesterday afternoon until now, not a single car has left from here. How did he get into the city?"
This time, Wang, the accountant, panicked, "Then, maybe he went somewhere else?"
"Do you still not have the truth? I'll ask you again, does your son have anything to do with Xixi's disappearance?"
Wang, the accountant's eyes started darting all over the place, not daring to meet Uncle Lin's gaze, and said guiltily, "How could it be related to my son? Isn't she known for seducing men? Maybe she's run off with some man again, sneaking out in the middle of the night for a secret rendezvous; don't wrong my son."
