Looking back at Jiangli, Nai Lan was picking at her fingers, her delicate brows furrowed, clearly hesitating.
Jiangli said gently, "If you don't want to, it's okay, don't force yourself."
Nai Lan bit her lip, and after a while, said, "I want to see them..."
Nai Lan's voice was small, soft, with a slight accent, somewhat like the gentle Wu dialect, as if every word was a playful whimper.
Jiangli said, "If you sincerely want to see them, I'll take you there right away."
Nai Lan slowly nodded, still insisting on seeing the village head and his wife.
Jiangli said no more, took Nai Lan to the interrogation room, and following the procedures, let Nai Lan in to see the village head and his wife.
When the village head and his wife saw Nai Lan suddenly appear before them, they were somewhat excited. The two of them stood up from their chairs swiftly, their movements so large that they even toppled the table and chairs.
