Lu Zhaozhao spoke while simultaneously curling up on the sofa, clutching her stomach. To make her symptoms appear more convincing, she had even harshly pinched her own thigh.
Qian Hong was also startled by her sudden ailments and quickly summoned the family doctor.
As for the food on the table, it was immediately sealed and sent directly to the laboratory for testing.
Seeing things move in the direction she had envisioned, Lu Zhaozhao finally allowed herself to relax.
After the doctor drew her blood and conducted a quick physical examination, he gave her an injection.
Lu Zhaozhao was already feeling slightly fatigued from running around all day, and after the injection, she became a bit drowsy.
"Aunt Qian," she whispered, gripping Qian Hong's hand with her small one, her voice soft, "don't tell Mr. Song about this..." Her small hand grabbed Qian Hong, a soft voice asserting, "It's my fault."