"What is happening?" He sprang to his feet and glanced at Zhouzhou.
Zhouzhou, sensing something amiss, looked up at him, clutching his sleeve and pointing to his phone. An ominous feeling crept into her heart.
Qin Lie pressed his thin lips together, hesitated for a moment, and then sat down, turning on the speaker.
Chen Tuo’s voice was anxious, "Boss is injured and unconscious. Mr. Qin, could Master Zhou come to check on him?"
What?
Zhouzhou's heart tightened, and she quickly leaned over to ask, "Stinky little brother, why is Sharp Tongue Daddy unconscious?"
As she spoke, she calculated with her chubby fingers, her brows furrowing.
The situation did not seem good.
Chen Tuo, sounding urgent and bound by confidentiality, briefly explained, "He was poisoned. Master Zhou, can you come? Wen Jing had checked earlier but couldn't help."
He wouldn't have asked Zhouzhou to come if it weren't this serious.
He knew the boss didn't really want Zhouzhou involved in these matters.