Qiao Qiqi checked on Mr. Lu and, just as she suspected, it was poisoning. And this poison wasn't recent, it had been at least half a year.
Qiao Qiqi took the silver needles and pierced them into Mr. Lu's arm.
"How is my father, really?" Lu Juan anxiously watched the girl who was carefully examining her father.
The butler was equally tense. If there was anyone in the family truly loyal to Mr. Lu, it was undoubtedly the old butler.
After a few seconds, Qiao Qiqi pulled the needle out, and the silver needle was entirely black.
Lu Juan gasped in shock, covering her mouth, and screamed, "How can this be? How could my father be poisoned?"
"This..." The butler was equally shocked, his face turning extremely pale.
"What do we do now? How can we save my father? You have to save him," Lu Juan cried, pleading with Qiao Qiqi.
