Aunt Zhang carried this bank card with her because she was afraid that hiding it in her room would lead to its discovery.
After all, there were other people in the servant's quarters, Aunt Zhang was guilty, naturally not wanting the card to be seen by others.
She casually pulled out the card from her pocket and, with trembling hands, handed it to Wen Mian.
"It's this card, he said there were three hundred thousand inside and asked me to do something for him. If I succeeded, he would give me another sum of money."
Ma Lingling was so furious that she bared her teeth, wishing she could pounce on Aunt Zhang and slap her.
However, the police by her side swiftly stopped Ma Lingling.
"At that time, I had my doubts too, afraid she was deceiving me, but I was bewitched into actually photographing the piano score in Miss Wen's room. I thought it was harmless, not expecting it to bring trouble to Miss Wen."
The instant Aunt Zhang confessed the truth, Ma Lingling could no longer lie.
