"You have a point, and we don't have any better ideas right now." Yang Chuxia beckoned Yang Qingrui, "Go to Uncle's house and get a piece of Yang Dongzhi's clothes for them to smell."
"Alright, I'm on it."
With that, Yang Qingrui left in a hurry.
After a while, he returned with a piece of Yang Dongzhi's clothes. Yang Chuxia took it and placed it by the chow chows' noses for them to sniff.
Yang Qingrui suddenly asked, "Sis, why has Yang Lichun been putting on such a show lately?"
"What has she done now?" Yang Chuxia looked at Yang Qingrui curiously. "Did you have a run-in with her early this morning?"
"I heard from Yaya at Uncle Old Gen's house that Yang Lichun arrived in the village by carriage this morning with a dedicated driver. She seemed quite arrogant."
"A carriage?" Yang Chuxia frowned. "She came back this morning?"
"That's what Yaya said."
Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi'an exchanged glances, sensing something was amiss.