"You are... Huang Xiuhong?" Zhao Zhenzhu asked.

Zhao Zhenzhu showed no outward expression, but her heart was in turmoil.

The woman in front of me, Huang Xiuhong, did something terrible in her past life: she killed her husband, Cao Laoliu.

Previously, when Aunt Tao mentioned Huang Xiuhong, Zhao Zhenzhu thought it was just a case of the same name.

I never expected it to be Huang Xiuhong.

"Yes, I am Huang Xiuhong. How should I address you, sister?" Huang Xiuhong asked.

"I am Zhao Zhenzhu," Zhao Zhenzhu said with a smile.

"How is Aunt Tao's health? Is she feeling any better?" Huang Xiuhong asked with concern.

"Much better. Aunt Tao said that thanks to your help last time, she originally wanted to come in person, but she had an urgent matter to attend to in Beijing, so she asked me to tell you. Aunt Tao said she'll come to see you again after she returns from Beijing," Zhao Zhenzhu said.

"I didn't really help much, I just gave her a hand," Huang Xiuhong said somewhat embarrassedly.

“These things were given to you by Aunt Tao. If you’re busy at home, I won’t go in.” Zhao Zhenzhu untied the straps, took the basket off the back of the bicycle, and handed it to Huang Xiuhong.

Before coming to Huangjia Village, Zhao Zhenzhu was hoping to make friends with Huang Xiuhong.

After all, Huang Xiuhong, as described by Aunt Tao, was a gentle, kind, bright, and generous girl.

Knowing that Huang Xiuhong was Cao Laoliu's wife in her previous life, Zhao Zhenzhu lost the desire to befriend Huang Xiuhong.

Birds of a feather flock together.

Huang Xiuhong was willing to marry a piece of trash like Cao Laoliu. Regardless of his character, Zhao Zhenzhu was unwilling to get too close to the people around Cao Laoliu.

Aunt Tao simply asked Zhao Zhenzhu to deliver a thank-you gift to Huang Xiuhong.

With the thank-you gift delivered, Zhao Zhenzhu's task was considered complete.

Whether or not she entered the Huang family was of no concern to Zhao Zhenzhu.