"Uncle, Aunt, please go back. Our family has done our utmost; one shouldn't be too greedy," said Bai Zehao, shaking his head, implicitly confirming the guard's suspicions.
Zhang's face turned green with anger. Suddenly, she pointed at Bai Zehao and said, "I figured it out, it must have been you. I wondered why you were so generous, turns out it's a hidden evil!"
Thinking of his younger sister's advice, Bai Zehao maintained a flawless expression, saying, "Aunt, it's unfair to accuse people like this. Your village is quite far from ours, and nobody has left from our residence. How can you pin this on us? If you insist it was us, then report it to the officer; naturally, an officer will investigate thoroughly."
He then looked toward Lin Jiang, "If the silver isn't truly stolen, the magistrate will charge you with false reporting. You should think it over and go home to search well. Make sure it's not hidden somewhere."