When Song Yan walked into Gu Lanyan's room, she smelled an extremely faint smell.

With a flash of realization in his eyes, Song Yan turned her wrist, and a silver needle that was so thin that it was almost imperceptible appeared on her fingertips.

She stuck the silver needle into her acupuncture point where Gu Lanyan didn't see it, and then found a random place to sit down and face Gu Lanyan.

"If you have anything to say, just say it. I hope you really have something ...