"Didn't you just ask the doctor what an air needle is?"
At this moment, Qiaoxu spoke.
She walked expressionlessly in front of Xiao Yingying, looking condescendingly at her kneeling in front of Qiao Chong'er.
"Not knowing what an air needle is, why would you inject it into grandpa's medicine?"
Qiaoxu's words, though not heavy in tone, directly stunned Xiao Yingying.
But she could not admit it, nor dare to admit it.
She could only grit her teeth and deny it, saying:
"Qiaoxu, what do you mean? When did I inject air needles into my grandfather's medicine? Don't try to frame me."
Perhaps because of fear, or guilt, Xiao Yingying's voice involuntarily rose significantly.
Qiaoxu was too lazy to argue with her and just focused on the matter at hand:
"Xiao Yingying, you intentionally hurt and deliberately tried to murder, do you think you can escape?"
