"Police?" Yang Ji suddenly became a bit nervous, having lived in the village his whole life, he had never had the police come looking for him.
Bai Ye immediately soothed his emotions: "We are just ordered to investigate some toys. You have been making these toys all your life. Do you remember who you gave them to?"
Yang Ji said, "I have a handmade account book, it's in the second compartment of the black drawer, but I can no longer see now."
Su Tianqing went to fetch the account book and looked through it, he couldn't help but admire the old master. Not only had he recorded the names, although he didn't have a camera to record, he had hand-drawn the toys to preserve them until now.
"Grandpa, do you remember, ten years ago, a sixteen-year-old girl, did she ever buy a toy from you?" Su Tianqing asked while flipping through the book.
"No." Yang Ji nodded with certainty.
Su Tianqing asked again, "Are you really sure?"
