White Toad

When Lee Mei looked up and saw Sun Hai with his bald head and Lin Fan, a teenager, she wailed louder.

What was Qing Feng sect thinking?

Sending these two to help investigate.

"My wife's traumatized, hope you don't mind," Low Fang Bai said and gave an awkward laugh.

"Why don't we settle in for dinner and discuss the details of the case?"

Constable Leong interjected to try and make things less awkward.

"Yes, dinner. How rude of me. I'll get the servants to serve dinner now," Low Fang Bai clapped his hands and the servants standing by the side got to work.

Low Fang Bai weirdly didn't seem anxious about his son, Lin Fan thought.

"Can I have a look at your son's footwear?" Lin Fan asked.

"You can start after dinner..."

"Let me fetch my son's footwear for you," Lee Mei ignored her husband and went to the back.

When she came out, she had a pair of kids' shoes, for around the age of five.