The three of them arrived at the fried skewer stall and smoothly found Zhao Ming sitting in the back.
"Were you the one who made the report call?"
Qian Zhijie asked straightforwardly and then lowered his voice before Zhao Ming could speak, "Keep your voice down when you talk."
Zhao Ming glanced nervously at the neighboring stall. To be honest, he felt a rush of excitement before making the call, but now that the police found him, he was a bit flustered, "Yes, I made the call."
"Which stall and what's going on?" Qian Zhijie continued to inquire.
Zhao Ming nodded his chin, "Over there, the one with the best business. Yesterday they sold rabbit heads, and today it's tofu pudding, and business is booming!"
Qian Zhijie looked at Zhao Ming and the things on their table, pointing at the bowl of tofu pudding and the pile of rabbit head bones, he asked, "You suspect there's something wrong with the food, yet you're still eating it?"
