Qin Zhaoyang nodded lightly, took the information, and read it carefully.
Julie sent over another thin two-page document.
"This is the information of the driver who caused the accident. He has a history of drug abuse, is unemployed, and has no connection with Mu Tianye or Ning Xiaofei."
"Where did his car come from?"
How can such a person have money to buy a car? !
Julie glanced at the information in her hand, "It was rented by a car rental company. At this time, the car rental record showed that he had paid half a month's rent. The accident occurred on the ninth day after renting the car."
Qin Zhaoyang frowned and slowly leaned his back on the chair. He accidentally touched the unhealed puncture wound on the back of his liver. His body stiffened slightly. He stretched out his hands to support the armrests of the chair and leaned back flat.
"Are you okay?!"
Noticing his expression, Julie asked with concern.
Qin Zhaoyang shook his head.
This matter is obviously suspicious. With Mu Tianye's mind, it is impossible not to see it. How could it not be investigated
Julie raised her wrist to look at the time, "It's getting late, shall I send you back to rest? The doctor said that you need to have a good rest."
Qin Zhaoyang nodded, stood up with his arms raised, 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 and was waiting. He carefully bent over and got into the car. Qin Zhaoyang looked sideways at the night scene outside the window, feeling not relaxed.
Soon, the car drove to the old castle mansion in the suburbs and stopped at the foot of the steps.
The man got out of the car and walked up the steps. He was immediately greeted by a butler who took his coat and asked if he wanted tea.
"No need." Qin Zhaoyang raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of the second floor, "Where is Madam?"
"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 saying that, he continued to climb the stairs to the second floor and stretched out his palms to hold on to the handrail.
As I get older, my wounds heal slowly, and the wounds still hurt a bit after so many days.
Finally, climb up to the terrace.
In the distance, I saw a figure of my wife, Chu Xinning, with her back to the entrance, leaning on the ridge wall on one side of the terrace, talking on the phone.
"Both mother and son are fine... That's good... How could something like this 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 that such a big thing happened to Ning Xiaofei. At this moment, she is calling back to inquire about her daughter-in-law.
Looking at her from a distance, Qin Zhaoyang frowned, but finally stopped.
After waiting for a while and watching her hang her cell phone down, he continued to move forward, walked over, stretched out his hand to pull the chair beside the table, put it in its upright 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 the palm holding the phone and prepared to leave. After taking 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. It was originally an elegant little place that could hide people's eyes and ears.
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 give way.
Since that day, the two of them have not spoken. How could she speak first if she was so proud.
So, he turned around and went back, turning towards the wall again, pretending to look at the scenery.
Qin Zhaoyang sat on the chair, raised his eyebrows, and remained silent.
After a while, the maid came forward and placed the tray on the table - a pot of coffee, two cups, a square plate, and a small pitcher of milk.