Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

"I..." Mrs. Zhu was still hesitant to say anything, her eyes flickering.

Zhu Pengda took a deep breath and scolded her in a stern voice: "Hurry up! If you say it now, I can still help you find a way. If you don't say it, you will just wait for the Zhu family to die with you."

Mrs. Zhu raised her head several times, not quite believing it, but seeing her husband's livid face and looking at her with a solemn expression, she felt that the matter was really serious.

"I...I don't know who sent me a text message, telling me that if I want to take revenge on Haoer, I can transfer 500,000 to the account he gave me. I transferred the money, and the text message said that of course it will be done. Someone read Joe a lesson.”

Mrs. Zhu found her mobile phone, handed it to him, and let him read it for himself. Then she hesitated and said: "Before you came back, someone I didn't know came to my house and delivered a courier to me. He handed the courier to me." Give it to me and then leave."

Zhu Pengda hurriedly asked her: "Where is the express delivery? Bring it to me."

Mrs. Zhu did not dare to delay. She found the box that the 'delivery person' had just given her and handed it to her husband.

Seeing that the outer packaging of the express delivery had not been opened, Zhu Pengda couldn't help but look solemn and shook the box in his hand. The box was light and seemed to contain nothing.

With a solemn expression, he tore open the plastic bag outside the express delivery and opened the carton inside, which contained only a few pieces of paper.

He frowned, originally a little confused as to why the other party made a special trip to deliver this.

When he saw clearly what was on the paper, his heart sank suddenly.

"What's written on it?" Mrs. Zhu came up to take a look.

I only saw the transfer record of her account printed on the first piece of paper.

On another piece of paper was printed the driver's terminal cancer checkup form.

It was clearly written on the list that the truck driver himself had advanced liver cancer and would not live for more than a few days.

Mrs. Zhu still didn't understand the use of these two things given to her: "What does this mean? Why did they give me this?"

"What are you doing?" Zhu Pengda's eyes darkened. He was really stupid now. He turned his head and looked at her blankly, seemingly speechless: "You don't know why they gave you this?"

Mrs. Zhu shook her head: "I don't know."

Zhu Pengda: "..."

Zhu Pengda crumpled the two papers in his hand into a ball and threw them angrily into the trash can. His temples kept beating. He turned around and told her through gritted teeth: "I'm telling you, our family will definitely take the blame!"

Mrs. Zhu still had a confused reaction and said, "Husband, no, it's not that serious, is it?"

"..."

She thought so!

Could it be that she thought this matter could be improved?

Zhu Pengda reacted quickly. He knew that his top priority was to quickly find the person who caused the trouble in the end, rather than just meeting women here.

He immediately called someone he knew in the technical department. After making the call, he said to Mrs. Zhu, "Give me your mobile phone."

Mrs. Zhu hurriedly picked up the mobile phone she had just given him once on the table.

Zhu Pengda took it and turned on the phone. He originally wanted to find the text message he had read before.

Who would have thought that after he pressed it for a long time, the screen of his phone would go black and would not light up at all.

He held the mobile phone that could not be turned on, raised his hand and asked Mrs. Zhu: "Is your mobile phone not charged?"

Mrs. Zhu took it from his hand and tried again, but still couldn't turn on the phone. She was confused and said, "Hey, why can't I turn on the phone?"

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