"Alright, alright, I'll go home when I have time,"
Jiang Xinjie hung up the phone, squinting slightly. Once Zhao Jie died, she naturally would have to take Zhao Jie's ashes back home.
As long as no one asked about Zhao Jie's condition again, the whole matter would have passed quietly.
After all, Zhao Jie was already in the late stages of stomach cancer, an early death only mattered if anyone was watching closely.
She was unsure about Cai Zhigang's approach, but one thing was certain - he had taken the money and now he had to get the job done. All she had to do was sit back and wait for the news.
It was already ten o'clock at night, Jiang Xinjie had not yet received any news from Cai Zhigang, and she was beginning to get anxious.
Had she overestimated him? Thinking that just because he took the money, he would get things done?
The phone rang, and seeing that it was Cai Zhigang, she immediately answered and asked anxiously, "Well? Is it done?"
"It's done."
