She picked up the tray and said to the housekeeper who was boiling milk on the other side, "I'll go upstairs first. Oh, by the way, no matter what noise you hear, just pretend you didn't hear it."

Although the butler was a little confused, he nodded.

As a qualified housekeeper, the first thing is to get rid of unnecessary curiosity.

Xiaohui nodded with satisfaction and went upstairs.

In the room, Song Qingyu's face changed slightly when she saw Xiaohui pushing the door in. When she saw that there was a syringe on her tray, her face became even uglier.

"Miss Song, it's time to take your medicine."

Xiaohui walked in with a strange smile on her face.

Song Qingyu pinched the quilt tightly: "What do you want to do?"

"I'm treating you!" Xiaohui flicked the needle tip. "It's been a while since I gave Miss Song an injection. How are your legs doing lately?"

"Get out of here!" Song Qingyu yelled.

"That won't do!" Xiao Hui leaned over and stared into Song Qingyu's eyes, speaking slowly and clearly. "Before he left, President Lu gave a death order that you, Miss Song, must be injected with a muscle atrophy drug. Only when your legs are completely atrophied and you can't walk will you stop thinking about leaving President Lu."

Song Qingyu's face turned pale as paper: "Did Lu Yanzhi really say this?"

"Of course, Mr. Lu said so himself," Xiaohui pressed Song Qingyu's shoulders, "Miss Song, you'd better be obedient. This way, you can suffer less."

Song Qingyu sat on the bed blankly, as if her soul had been sucked out.

Seeing this, Xiaohui aimed at Song Qingyu's arm and stabbed it with satisfaction.