As the silver needle penetrated Lu Chao's neck, his face visibly turned purple.
Soon after, Lu Chao, lying on the ground, clutched his neck and struggled to breathe heavily.
No matter how hard he tried, he constantly felt as if he couldn't catch his breath.
He reached out to Qin Chuan in desperation, his eyes filled with terror: "Help... help me, I... I don't want to die..."
At this moment, Lu Chao seemed like a drowning man, with Qin Chuan as his last hope for salvation.
However, Qin Chuan stood still, unmoved: "Speak! Did you post the rumors about Wen Yaxin?"
Utterly terrified, Lu Chao couldn't even think of denying it, quickly replied: "Yes... yes, I found someone to post it, and I provided the photos."
"Where's the evidence?" Qin Chuan continued questioning.
"In... in my phone, the chat records and the transaction records with the person who posted are all in there."
Desperate to live, Lu Chao could only offer up his incriminating evidence.
