Yan Qianyi was startled by the sudden alarm sound, accidentally pricking her fingertip with the needle, which made her wince slightly.
Xia Ziyu quickly grabbed the hand holding the silver needle, his eyes narrowing, "There's something wrong with this silver needle!"
"What's the problem?" Yan Qianyi, in a bad mood, impatiently shook off Xia Ziyu's hand. "Turn off your personal system's sound; it's giving me a headache."
Xia Ziyu turned off the alarm, then scanned Yan Qianyi's silver needle with his bracelet, his expression turning unusually serious.
"Where did you get this set of silver needles? The ends all contain tracking locators."
Just as Yan Qianyi was about to put away the silver needles, she heard this and her face fell, looking up at Xia Ziyu, "What did you say?"
