Qingyi glanced at the call record of Jun Moyan's mobile phone, and found that in addition to calling Shangguan Yu and him, Wen Xiaoai also called himself and Jun Wuchen in front.

But Jun Wuchen's display was not connected. It was so late, I must have been asleep.

When Jun Ershao calls to ask tomorrow, he still has to hide it.

After all, the third young master suffered an ordinary minor injury this time, so this time it is probably a bad accident...

The more Qingyi thought about it, the more anxious he became.

The door of the room was opened vigorously, and Shangguan Yu's figure rushed in.

At first glance, I saw Jun Moyan lying on the bed with a layer of black blood on his back.

Shangguan Yu's heart thrilled, and the next moment he suddenly stepped forward to the edge of the bed.

"Don't touch him."

Wen Xiaoai immediately spoke out and stopped Shangguan Yu who was stretching out his hand.

Shangguan Yu's hand froze in the air, and then he saw clearly that the densely inserted silver needles on Jun Moyan's back were all covered with silver needles, and some of them were half black.

“…What happened?”

Shangguan Yu looked at Wen Xiaoai, then looked at Qingyi.

"What's wrong with him?"

“…”

"Tell me, what happened? Who hurt him?" Shangguan Yu immediately got angry when he saw that no one replied to him.

Qingyi looked at Wen Xiaoai, opened her mouth, and said nothing.

Shangguan Yu saw Qingyi looking at Wen Xiaoai, so he turned his head and looked at her.

Only then did I notice that Wen Xiaoai was covered in blood. I didn’t know if it was his or someone else’s. There were tears on his pale face, and his swollen eyes looked very distressed.

Shangguan Yu calmed down and slowed down his tone as much as possible.

"Xiao Ai, speak!"

But listening, it has a strong momentum that cannot be resisted.

This was the first time he called her her name, and he didn't call her brother and sister in the local area as he usually did.

"...I don't know, when Jun Moyan wakes up, you ask him yourself."

"Then how is he now? What about the drunkard? What did the drunkard say?"

"The third young master is poisoned, and the alcoholic should prepare the antidote." Qingyi replied.

When Shangguan Yu's heart was cold when he heard about the poisoning.

"What poison? Are you sure?"

"..." Qingyi was silent for a few seconds, nodded with a firm look: "I believe the drunkard can do it."

"..." Seeing Qingyi's hesitation and lack of confidence, Shangguan Yu knew that the drunkard was not sure at all.

"Where did he get hurt? Where did the one who hurt him?"

"I don't know who was hurt. When Miss Wen called me, they were waiting for me on the Avenue of Light."

"Guangming Avenue? When did the security in this capital have been so bad? Are those people eating a good meal?!" Shangguan Yu was angry and anxious, and had nowhere to be heard. When he heard that Jun Moyan was injured nearby, he immediately took his cell phone and called the director in charge of this area and went out to find a happy time.

More than half an hour later, the doctor Qingyi was looking for was taken up by Xiao Cha.

The doctor's first reaction when he saw Jun Moyan's situation was that he wanted to have a cold.

Because Jun Moyan's situation is not good at first sight.

Moreover, there was an needle inserted into him. It was obvious that he had come to the doctor before, but it was not saved.

I wanted to ask Qingyi and the others to send the person to a large hospital for surgery, but I heard that Qingyi actually asked him to check on Wen Xiaoai.

The doctor looked at Wen Xiaoai and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought I could only treat Jun Mo Yan’s injuries.

Wen Xiaoai said that he was fine and refused to show it to the doctor or let the doctor get close.
Chapter completed!