She's not harmful, but she's not stupid either.

"Ma'am, please don't cry. If you have anything to say, please think about it quickly."

"Also, if your crying gets out, people will know about it."

When Luo Yunqing came, she came in through a secret passage. Except for Chief Qiao's personal entourage, no one else knew she was here.

This is exactly what Luo Yunqing hopes for.

Song Zhiqing also hurriedly supported Mrs. Qiao: "Aunt, you have to listen to Qingqing."

"My cousin's father-in-law suddenly collapsed. He must have a lot of important things to explain."

After all, Mrs. Qiao was the daughter of a wealthy family. Although she was completely confused, she knew the seriousness of the matter.

"Thank you for your hard work, Ronaldinho."

Luo Yunqing didn't say anything else. He quickly gave Commander Qiao an injection and then shook a bottle of medicine near his nose a few times.

A few minutes later, the person on the bed opened his eyes.

A faint voice came out of his mouth: "Ayin..."

This is Mrs. Qiao's nickname.

Seeing that her husband was really awake, Mrs. Qiao immediately ran over: "Old Qiao..."

Chief Qiao also knew that his time was up.

He said softly, "Don't... cry. I... am afraid I won't make it this time. Hurry... go... call someone in."

His breath was too weak and he had to pause several times in each sentence.

Mrs. Qiao immediately stood up, took out an envelope from her bag and stuffed it into Luo Yunqing's hand.

"Thank you, Xiao Luo."

"You're welcome."

It's hard, needless to say, it's definitely a gold bar.

Mrs. Qiao turned to look at Song Zhiqing: "Qingqing, take Xiao Luo away. Your help will always be remembered by my cousin."

Song Zhiqing knew that there were some things she couldn't listen to, and she didn't want to listen to them either.

"You're welcome, aunt. If you have any questions, just call me. We're leaving now."