Chen Xing promptly said, "Rest assured, we won't mention it. It's just a simple population census; you don't have to worry."
At that moment, someone in the courtyard called out for Zhang Ling. By the sound of it, it seemed to be Old Madam Jiang.
Zhang Ling looked a little impatient, but she didn't dare to delay. "If my family asks how you got our address, please make sure you don't say I told you."
She then gave a general direction, "There aren't many homes up the mountain. If you search carefully, you'll find it."
Before Chen Xing could respond, Zhang Ling had already closed the door and returned to the main house of the Jiang family.
Old Madam Jiang lay on her bed and grumbled, "You're so slow. It took you forever to answer. Can't you be more efficient? Who was at the door? Are they here to mock me? Did you send them away?"