Xu Xia hurried over, took quick steps to help her open the door, Lei Qingqing smiled politely at her, "Good night."
"Good night!" Xu Xia replied with a smile.
Lei Qingqing stepped outside, then suddenly turned back, "Um... could I trouble you to sign something for me? One of my subordinates really likes you and wants a personal autograph from you but is too shy to ask."
"Of course, you just wait a moment." Xu Xia turned back into the room, took the paper and pen from the table, and carefully wrote a blessing in English, then signed her name.
Standing outside the door, Lei Qingqing raised a hand to her hair, already extracting a silver needle about an inch long.
As Xu Xia finished writing and turned back, Lei Qingqing was already holding a mini injector between her fingers, yet her expression remained unchanged, still smiling as before.
"Here, I didn’t bring paper and pen with me, just using a sticky note, hope he doesn’t mind."
Xu Xia held the signed note with both hands and handed it to Lei Qingqing.
"Thank you."
Lei Qingqing stretched her right hand, reaching for the note in her hands, silver gleamed between her fingers.
A sharp pain stung her palm, and Xu Xia instinctively withdrew her hand.
"What’s wrong?" Lei Qingqing quickly hid the mini injector in her palm, asking in a puzzled manner.
"My hand... seemed to have been pricked by a needle." Xu Xia raised her right hand, looking puzzled at her palm, seeing a small bead of blood emerging on the back of her hand.
Strange, she hadn’t done anything, when did her hand pierce?
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