"Just as I suspected." Zhao Jingxi's expression immediately turned somber. "Then we'll have to rely on you, Fellow Qin!"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Dechu instantly looked toward Qin Lin. "Mr. Qin, my daughter's illness?"
"It's not a big problem." Qin Lin reached out and pressed on Zhou Rui's temples. "Have you offended someone recently?"
"Uncle." Under the effects of the sedative, a trace of clarity remained in Zhou Rui's large, pleading eyes as she looked at Qin Lin. "Uncle, save me."
"Don't worry, I will save you. Don't be afraid."
"To be honest, our Zhou Family recently acquired a company, which put us in competition with some people," Zhou Dechu hurriedly answered. "Mr. Qin, are you saying that someone is intentionally harming Xiao Rui?"
"Yes." Qin Lin gave a slight nod. "Mr. Zhao Sr., did you bring the silver needles?"
"I have them!" Zhao Jingxi immediately passed a box of silver needles to Qin Lin.
