Zhu finally noticed the problem. He suddenly reached his hand out and pulled out a fine silver needle from the seat backrest of Song Qi's chair.
Song Qi opened her eyes wide the moment she saw the needle. "Where did that come from?"
Zhu pointed at Song Qi's seat backrest. He had found it on the seat backrest near Song Qi's neck.
Judging from the angle and injury on Song Qi's neck, he was certain that she was injured by this needle.
Song Qi covered her neck with one hand. She looked a little pale. "I have been sitting there the entire time. How did a needle suddenly appear here?"
Zhu held the needle and scrutinized it for some time. He raised his head and glanced at Huo Yao's seat. A bold notion emerged in his head, but he suppressed the shock in his heart. He replied softly. "It might have been Miss Huo or the bodyguard standing behind her."
