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Chapter 739 Why Still Distressed (2)

Qin Zhaoyang nodded slightly, took the information, and read it carefully.

Julie sent another thin two-page document.

"This is the information of the driver who caused the accident. He has a history of drug abuse and is unemployed. It has no intersection with Mu Tianye and Ning Xiaofei."

"Where did his car come from?"

How can such a person have the money to buy a car? !

Julie glanced at the information in her hand, "It was rented by the car rental company. At this time, the car rental record shows that he paid half a month's rent. The accident occurred on the ninth day after the car was rented."

Qin Zhaoyang frowned, and slowly leaned his back on the chair, and accidentally touched the unhealed puncture wound on the back of the liver. His body was slightly stiff, and he stretched out his hand to support the armrest of the chair to flatten his body.

"Are you okay?!"

Noticing his expression, Julie asked with concern.

Qin Zhaoyang shook his head.

This matter is obviously suspicious, but with Mu Tianye's mind, it is impossible not to see it, so why didn't he pursue it?

Julie raised her wrist to check the time, "It's getting late, shall I take you back to rest? The doctor said that you need a good rest."

Qin Zhaoyang nodded, stood up with his arms outstretched, put away the documents on the table and stuffed them into the drawer.

The two got out of the car together. The driver had already driven the car outside the door and waited. He carefully bent over and got into the car. Qin Zhaoyang was looking sideways at the night scene outside the window, not in a relaxed mood.

Soon, the car drove to the old castle mansion in the suburbs and stopped under the steps.

The man got out of the car and walked up the steps. The butler immediately greeted him, took his coat, and asked if he wanted some tea.

"No need." Qin Zhaoyang raised his eyes to look in the direction of the second floor, "Where is Madam?"

"The terrace." The butler replied.

The man stepped up the steps, took two steps and then stopped, "Make me a pot of coffee and send it upstairs."

After finishing speaking, he continued to climb up the steps to the second floor, and stretched out his palm to hold on to the handrail.

As I get older, the wound heals slowly, and the wound still hurts a little after so many days.

Finally, climb up to the terrace.

From a distance, I saw his wife, Chu Xinning, with her back to the entrance, leaning against the ridge wall on the side of the terrace, talking on the phone.

"Mother and child are fine... That's good... How could such a thing happen, the murderer hasn't been caught yet..."

She has been paying attention to her son. Of course, it is impossible for Chu Xinning not to know about Ning Xiaofei's big incident. She is calling back to ask about her daughter-in-law.

Looking at her from a distance, Qin Zhaoyang frowned, but stopped in the end.

After waiting for a while, seeing her hang down the phone, he continued to move forward, walked over, stretched out his hand and pulled the chair on the side of the table to the right position, and sat down on the chair.

Hearing the movement behind her, Chu Xinning came back to her senses, and saw that it was him, she hurriedly lowered her hand holding the phone, and was about to leave. After walking a few steps, she had to stop again.

The place where she stayed was a corner of the terrace, with flowers and trees on one side and a coffee table on the other.

But Qin Zhaoyang pulled out a chair and sat in front of the table, just blocking the exit. If she wanted to leave, she had to ask him to make way.

Since that day, the two of them haven't spoken to each other yet, and they are as proud as her, so how could they speak first.

So, he turned around and backed away, turned to the outside of the wall again, pretending to look at the scenery.

Qin Zhaoyang sat on the chair, raised his eyebrows, but remained silent.

After a while, the maid came forward and put the tray on the table—a pot of coffee, two cups, a square plate, and a small jug of milk.

(End of this chapter)