Su Qiao shot him an annoyed look and shoved him away. "You know you could go to prison?"
"I'll explain everything to you. Look at how much my hand is bleeding—isn't stopping the bleeding the priority?" Du Muhan knew he had stirred up a hornet's nest this time, so he quickly resorted to playing the victim.
Su Qiao pulled two long, slender golden needles from her pocket and, without even blinking, drove them into his arm.
Du Muhan: "..." If I scream now, will that be embarrassing?
But those needles were so long, and she had shoved them straight into his flesh without even looking. He was genuinely a little frightened.
Su Qiao's face was cold as she pushed him into the car. "To the hospital."
"Oh."
With two long needles stuck in his arm, Du Muhan might have been terrified inside, but he still didn't dare make a sound.
Su Qiao took out her phone and called Little Li, telling them to come and take Gu away. Only then did she step on the accelerator and speed to the hospital.
Du Muhan's hand was badly injured. The wound was long and deep, but fortunately, it hadn't damaged his tendons or bones. The doctor performed a minor operation and stitched it up.
The doctor had originally wanted him to stay in the hospital, but Du Muhan refused. Su Qiao could only drive him home with a cold expression.
After dropping him off at home, she turned around and was about to leave. Du Muhan hurriedly grabbed her. "Listen to me first. Once I'm done, you can hit me, curse me, or arrest me—whatever you want."
"Fine. I'll hear what you have to say. If you dare tell me even one more lie, I'll ignore you." Su Qiao snorted coldly, turned,