Hearing my grandpa curse made me more excited than winning the jackpot.
My nerves instantly eased, and I let out a long breath.
"Nothing, Grandpa. I was just asking. Dad wasn't complaining either."
"All right, take care of yourself. I've got things to do."
After hanging up, I relaxed all at once and nearly lost my footing.
I really had suspected my dad just now. If he was that person, then he was responsible for Fang Man's death.
Although I'd wronged him, the thought still left me shaken.
"I told you your dad wasn't that kind of person. You gave me a real scare."
Meng Yifan wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.
After we left the factory, I told Meng Yifan I'd sounded out the security guard.
That man definitely knew who had stolen the motorcycle.
"Would he really tell you the truth for five thousand yuan?"
Meng Yifan sounded doubtful. "Anyone who could steal the keys from Wang Hua must be in management, at least on some level. Could he afford to cross someone like that?"
I shook my head, unsure whether the guard would tell us the truth.
If he wouldn't talk, we certainly had no way to pry his mouth open.
But if he did, we'd hit the jackpot.
After leaving the factory, Meng Yifan and I were in so much pain from our serious injuries that we could barely take it anymore. We hurried back to the hospital, where our attending doctor and a nurse each gave us a scolding.
Had Song Xiaotian been there, the two of us would never have been beaten so badly.
Fortunately, his dad had said he could definitely get him out, within the next couple of days.
Back at the hospital, I kept waiting for the security guard to