The wicked wife is pregnant again and again, and she takes her whole family flying with her spatial

Grandpa Zhao's foot wasn't sprained at all; there wasn't even a hint of redness or swelling.

Dr. Qian didn't expose the problem, but simply said it was strange: "In all my years of medical practice, I've never seen such a complicated case. There's nothing wrong with the skin tissue, how could the bone inside be injured?"

"Hahaha...maybe I just happened to fall by chance. Really, with my old bones, I don't need to go to the hospital for a checkup, let's not waste the factory's money."

Dr. Qian smiled and said, "Sir, is your right foot injured? Is there a problem with your left foot? Shall I examine both?"

Grandpa Zhao waved his hands repeatedly: "No need, my left foot is fine."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions changed. Some looked at him with disdain, while others looked with contempt, leaving the elderly couple completely bewildered.

Yu Lian stood at the door: "Uncle Zhao, didn't you say you injured your left foot? How come you can't even tell left from right now that you're old?"

Grandpa Zhao was speechless, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Well... I've always had trouble distinguishing left from right since I was little, haha..."

Jasmine, annoyed from waiting outside, rushed in and confronted Yu Lian when she heard the old man's excuses. "Why are you wasting your breath talking to this old man? We've got the evidence. If he doesn't admit it, he doesn't admit it. Even if he goes to jail and gets shot, it's none of our business. But this house is in terrible condition, the damage is tens of thousands of yuan. Can it be worth two hundred yuan?"

Jasmine's words were like a thunderclap, leaving the elderly couple completely bewildered and disoriented.

"What...what are you talking about?"

Jasmine rolled her eyes at the two of them: "You're quite the actor, aren't you? But you old codgers, you can keep pretending. The police will be here soon, along with your nephew and your son, of course."

Jasmine's smug look and condescending attitude left Aunt Zhao speechless.

She plopped down on the ground and started crying.

"You bastard! You'll get what's coming to you! You two ruined our perfectly good home. Now that you're in jail, where am I supposed to live? This house will have to be used to pay off debts!"

Grandpa Zhao remained silent.

It seems that Jasmine's offensive was indeed effective; in no time at all, both of them confessed.

Yu Lian gave a wink, signaling her men to help Aunt Zhao out.

Compared to the stubborn old man who sat on the kang (a heated brick bed) and refused to speak, Aunt Zhao was much easier to win over; it was much easier to get information out of her.

Yu Lian stepped aside to make way. Only after Aunt Zhao was helped out did she nonchalantly say to Uncle Zhao, who was sitting on the kang making his last stand, "You don't have to say anything. After all, we're not law enforcement officers. You can save your words for the police."

Grandpa Zhao snorted coldly, still looking stubborn.

Yu Lian ignored him and turned around to have someone watch over him.

In just a short while, Aunt Zhao told her everything.

"It's all my son's fault for the bad friends he made in the city. If it weren't for him, our family wouldn't be in this situation."

Xiao Xu asked his friend for details about his address, appearance, height, and age. Although they only knew one of his nicknames, this information was enough for them to find him in Yuncheng.

According to Aunt Zhao, this person named "Xiaoqiang" was the trigger for this incident.

They didn't earn much at the auto repair shop, and Xiaoqiang was a big spender. Although he didn't have any bad habits, they still struggled to make ends meet. Because he was often short of money, he started to have some crooked ideas.

At first, he was just a petty thief. After getting a taste of success, especially after stealing some steel bars from the construction site of the pharmaceutical factory in the north of the city and selling them on the black market, he made a lot of money and began to encourage the people around him to do it with him.

Of course, not everyone can do it.

He immediately turned to his best friend, Zhao Dama's son.

At first, the two were just petty thieves, but later, for some reason, Grandpa Zhao got a job as a security guard at the construction site.

They colluded with each other, gradually increasing the number of items stolen from the construction site, until it could no longer be concealed.

Although security at the construction site was strengthened after the incident was discovered, they were unwilling to give up on this hard-won easy target and decided to pull off a big heist before being caught.

So that very night, I pushed the cart and desperately loaded things onto it.

If it weren't for the limited capacity and frame size, they would have liked to empty the entire construction site.

Since Yu Lian took charge, they also received news from Old Man Zhao, so they changed their target and went to the south of the city.

Although the group wasn't particularly clever, they were incredibly strong. They stole the goods from the north of the city and sold them on the black market in a small town on the border between the two cities, so that no matter how much investigation they conducted, no one could trace them back to them.

We have the evidence; now we just need to catch the thief.

The police arrived quickly and took the elderly couple away. Meanwhile, the police station in the south of the city was also in operation.

Within half a day, at a construction site in the south of the city, within two hours after get off work, the two people who were scouting the area were caught.

The two had just finished get off work at the auto repair shop and agreed to meet at a nearby street corner. However, before they could even begin discussing their grand plan, the police appeared before them.

They were then detained.

Because Aunt Zhao was not involved in the whole process, and because she apologized sincerely, she was released quickly.

Xiao Xu tried to persuade Aunt Zhao, promising that as long as they revealed the person behind the debt, he would not pursue the matter.

Aunt Zhao immediately patted her chest and guaranteed, but then hesitated – if no one was behind it, she would still have to pay back the money, but even if she sold herself, she couldn't afford to pay it back.

"Aunt Zhao, don't worry, we have our reasons for asking you to do this. You just need to make sure your son gets the answer. If he doesn't, you'll still have to pay back the money."

Aunt Zhao walked shakily into the interrogation room.

The two were separated to prevent them from colluding.

In the private interrogation room, Aunt Zhao looked at her son.

"Now that you've been caught red-handed, don't even think about hiding the truth. Confess and you'll be treated leniently; Mom might still be waiting for you and your dad to get out. If you don't confess, I could die at home... and no one would even know..."

The old man is quite pitiful. His hair is gray, and he has such a good-for-nothing son. He can't even have a peaceful old age.

"Mom, I know I was wrong, I'll tell you everything!"

I didn't expect things to be resolved so easily.

Aunt Zhao's son told her everything he knew, but he didn't know the name of the leading worker, not even his full name.

"Officer, I really don't know. He was just a handyman at our auto repair shop, and he left after a few days. My cousin and I worked for him twice before we parted ways."

The police noted down the man's appearance and approximate age.

Just when I thought things were finally looking up, I found myself back in a deep abyss.

We only know his nickname and appearance, but we don't even have a photo. Do we have to start the investigation from scratch?