"You are... Huang Xiuhong?" Zhao Zhenzhu asked.
Zhao Zhenzhu didn't show it on her face, but her heart was in turmoil.
The Huang Xiuhong in front of us had done something big in her previous life: she killed her husband Cao Laoliu.
Before, when Zhao Zhenzhu heard Aunt Tao talking about Huang Xiuhong, she thought they were just people with the same name.
I didn’t expect it was this Huang Xiuhong.
"Yes, my name is Huang Xiuhong. What's your name, sister?" Huang Xiuhong asked.
"I'm Zhao Zhenzhu." Zhao Zhenzhu said with a smile.
"How is Aunt Tao? Is she feeling better?" Huang Xiuhong asked with concern.
"Much better. Aunt Tao said that thanks to your help last time, she wanted to come here in person, but she had to go to Beijing for an urgent matter, so she asked me to tell you that Aunt Tao said she would come to see you when she comes back from Beijing." Zhao Zhenzhu said.
"I didn't actually help much. I just gave a helping hand." Huang Xiuhong felt a little embarrassed.
"Auntie Tao asked me to give you these things. If your family is busy, I won't go in." Zhao Zhenzhu untied the straps, took the basket off the back seat of the bicycle, and stuffed it into Huang Xiuhong's hand.
Before coming to Huangjia Village, Zhao Zhenzhu was still wondering if she could make friends with Huang Xiuhong.
After all, Huang Xiuhong, as described by Aunt Tao, is a gentle, kind, bright and generous girl.
After knowing that Huang Xiuhong was Cao Laoliu's wife in her previous life, Zhao Zhenzhu no longer wanted to make friends with Huang Xiuhong.
Birds of a feather flock together.
Huang Xiuhong was willing to marry a trash like Cao Laoliu. Regardless of his character, Zhao Zhenzhu didn't want to get too close to the people around Cao Laoliu.
Aunt Tao just asked Zhao Zhenzhu to give a thank-you gift to Huang Xiuhong.
Now that the thank-you gift has been delivered, Zhao Zhenzhu's mission is accomplished.
It didn’t matter to Zhao Zhenzhu whether she could enter the Huang family or not.
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