The ones who gathered this information on Huang Miao were none other than relatives from the Huang Family. There were Huang He's brother-in-law, uncle, and aunt. They had connections in the traffic bureau, police station, and social circles.
The living room of Huang Miao's home.
"Husband, no matter what method I use, I will make sure this woman dies!"
Wan Qiao said through gritted teeth as she wiped the tears from her face.
In the past two days, her tears hadn't stopped, even while sleeping there were tear marks on her face. Her eyes, always well-maintained, were now swollen and red from crying. The idiom "washed with tears" was perfectly applicable to Wan Qiao at this moment.
Huang Miao was already in a bad mood, and hearing the woman's sobs made his head buzz like a nest of flies, making it impossible for him to calm down.
