"The day after Zhang Zhibang's death, I received a package, which contained the mobile phone, and the letter in the package was not signed by anyone, but I hope I can take it back and retrieve the previous data, I think the person who sent it is Uncle Chen, "I really want to confirm this matter, because I always don't want to believe that Uncle Chen is the mastermind behind the scenes."

"The most wrong thing about me is that I thought that if I used money to help his wife treat her illness, he would be willing to die for me, but I didn't expect this old man to get my money and still want to be a good person, it's not a pity to kill him at all, it's just that the action is too slow," Han Dong turned his head to look at Chen Bo who was lying on the experimental table, and his eyes showed a strong killing intent.

"It seems that you still don't regret it, Uncle Chen only knew that the real devil was you before he died, and it was Uncle Chen's help that allowed me to solve the doubts after that," looking in the direction of Han Dong, Uncle Chen was lying on it peacefully, maybe he didn't want to believe that this child who grew up watching him grow up would be the mastermind behind the scenes, and he never expected that he would actually kill himself.

"I'm hiding so well, how can this old man's IQ find out about me, every time he gives an order, he meets or leaves a message in a special way, he can't find out at all," Han Dong said proudly about his careful arrangement.

After the previous data of the mobile phone was retrieved, an unsent text message was restored in his draft box.