Mr. Zhao sighed and hurried downstairs. Zhou Ning cared so much about this garbage bag, it was obvious he thought that what the victim had eaten, or rather, the victim's rage before death, the emotional loss of control, might be related to what Cao Shen had eaten.
Seeing Mr. Zhao go down, Kong Wanshan stopped, pushed by Fang Mu.
"Go on with what you were saying. What happened after you bought the car?"
"Lately, over the past half-month, she's been acting up again. I don't know what someone told her or what happened, but she asked me to have dinner with her uncle's family. In front of her uncle's family, she called me her fiancé. I made excuses about having things to do, paid the bill, and left first.
To be honest, had she not said she got into a car accident at noon, I wouldn't have wanted to go. After all, it's Sunday, and I planned to spend time with my children. Over the years I've known her, even though she can be troublesome, she has never called my regular phone number.