"Well, out with it then!" the Village Secretary demanded, his patience clearly wearing thin. Lin Qingping’s mother darted a timid glance from her daughter to Gu Juncheng. "It’s… it’s not here. It’s… at old Ma’s place, on the east side of the village…" "How did you get mixed up with them again?" Lin Qingping could no longer keep her composure. She knew the Ma family on the east side of the village.