Chu Qing of course understood that the arrival of the police meant a search was imminent. Her eyes fixed on Xiaonian, her tone somewhat stern, "Xiaonian, why do you have a gun on you?"
Xiaonian faced her mother's eyes, feeling a bit guilty.
She dared not carry a gun—if she really had a gun on her, her parents would definitely skin her alive.
"Mom, Xiaonian doesn't have a gun on her," Xiaoyan stood up to speak for his sister.
"If it's not a gun, they couldn't have falsely accused her." Chu Qing extended her hand, "Take it out."
It was not for others to frisk her daughter.
Hu Xiulan on the side continued to stir the pot, "I've always sensed something off about Ye Cheng, never expected there really was something. Fatty, look at what kind of relatives your family has, they even have guns, must be no good people."