Canada, Vancouver, code-named City E.

Chenxing crouched in the corner, gripping her phone tightly, her back trembling continuously.

Unvoiced bitterness welled up within her, a tear hung at the corner of her eye.

"Whimper... Can you please save me? -_-"

"My name is Ye Chenxing, my cousin murdered someone, but my uncle is forcing me to take the blame for her. I really don't know what to do, no one is helping me, my parents died a long time ago, my aunt is my guardian. But I really don't want to go to jail, I'm so scared..."

Gu Shaocheng casually leaned against the soft chair in his study, his head slightly bowed, a somewhat amused expression on his face, looking at the WeChat message on his phone screen.

Due to the backlight, his face was not clearly visible.

But this did not diminish his overwhelming presence.

From afar, he was like a dragon, disregarding everything in the world, as if even the sky should lie at his feet.

The butler stood by, not daring to breathe loudly.

Shaocheng had no patience for servants without manners; his punishments were always extraordinarily harsh.

Recently, the Chinese community in Canada also popularized Tencent's WeChat, finding it novel, Gu Shaocheng casually downloaded the app, and "shook for a friend" when he was bored, and shook out an icon, followed by two sentences of a self-spoken plea for help.

What a foolish girl!

Asking a stranger for help is no better than going to the police!

"If you're wronged, turn to the police. Dial the emergency number yourself!"

With a 'ding' sound, a reply came on WeChat:

"Hello. I didn't expect anyone to care. You're the 11th person I've asked for help. The others called me boring and insane. Thank you for not sending me these words. I'm just so sad and helpless, with no one to talk to. The police can't help me, my uncle has connections in the government. But still, thank you, really, I'm very grateful.""

Gu Shaocheng looked at the WeChat message, enlarged her profile picture and looked at her photo on WeChat. Suddenly, he had a familiar feeling, and at that moment, the mocking and scornful expression on his face slightly faded.

Where had he seen her before?

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Rumble —— Rumble ——

The thunder roared, the gale drove the torrential rain, crackling down like a dense barrage of bullets.

Hiss - hiss - hiss -

On the coastal road, more than a dozen brand new black Ferraris, ignoring the continuous red warning from the traffic station, were rushing through the rain curtain at lightning speed amidst the approaching typhoon.

"Bro, I've investigated thoroughly. There indeed is a woman named Ye Chenxing in this city, who lately got involved in a manslaughter case, the real murderer is someone else."

Gu Shaocheng, hands in pockets, slightly leans back, lazily squints his eyes, watching with interest the roaring waves from the underpass.

His tall and upright figure exudes a lingering sense of domineering arrogance.

"According to the data, the real murderer is her cousin." The phone rang while he was speaking. After a couple of 'mm-hmm's, he hung up and respectfully reported: "It's news from the police station. The police have obtained the warrant and are on their way to Ye's house."

Without even lifting his eyelids, Gu Shaocheng thought of the girl who haphazardly sought help on WeChat. His slight frown hinted at his concern.

Manslaughter can lead to imprisonment. He accidentally found this girl and he could not allow her to be jailed.

"Speed up, and head to the Ye's house."

"Yes, sir!"

A command was issued, and immediately several cars sped up, arrogantly blitzing through the streets.

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Rumble —— Rumble ——

Ye Chenxing inadvertently closed her eyes tightly. What should she do? What should she do right now? She hugged her arms tightly as a pang of loneliness consumed her, the mere act providing slight warmth to her sinking heart.