Su Qiao furrowed her willow brows, grabbed the man's hand, and forcefully shoved him against the earthen wall. "Shut your mouth and stand over there. Don't move."
She was only trying to save someone, not harm anyone. Why was he making such a big deal out of it?
He made it seem as though she were trying to kill someone.
Qi Jinghe hadn't expected her to be so strong.
Under her control, he couldn't resist at all.
Ignoring the pain in his back, his eyes bloodshot and his fists clenched, he looked as though he had thrown caution to the wind.
"Su, if you dare do anything reckless, I, Qi Jinghe, will fight you to the death today, even if it costs me my life!"
Fight to the death?
Su Qiao rolled her eyes. "You're overthinking it."
"Someone like you couldn't even beat me with one hand."
He only looked tall and imposing. In reality, he was nothing but a pretty shell.
Host, shouldn't you have said, 'You're overthinking it. I'm only trying to save your father'?
Are you not just making the conflict worse this way?
Qi Jinghe grew even angrier when he heard that.
Pointing at Su Qiao, his eyes roiling with fury, he said, "You...?"
"Shut up. If you waste any more of my time, your father really won't be saved."
Seeing that the old man was about to roll his eyes back, Su Qiao decisively inserted the needles.
Within a few breaths, several golden needles had appeared on the old man's head.
Upon closer inspection, the needle tails were still trembling faintly, giving off a weak buzzing sound.
The old man's face, which had been flushed a liver-like purple, immediately improved considerably, and his breathing became smoother.
"Father..."
Qi Jinghe was frantic with worry.
He gritted