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When Xie Qingshi received Sang Huan's message, he had a bad feeling.

This ominous premonition was confirmed when Assistant Wang delivered the investigation materials.

The man's exquisite, painterly features furrowed even more, and his gaze toward the documents grew even colder. The chilling aura emanating from him sent shivers down the spine of his assistant, Wang, standing beside him.

"Mr. Xie..."

Xie Qingshi took a deep breath, put the documents in his hand aside, and immediately picked up his phone to send a message to Sang Huan.

But when Xie Qingshi picked up his phone, he realized that Sang Huan had already arrived at the club without saying a word. He was speechless and, without thinking, grabbed his car keys and rushed out like a gust of wind.

"Assistant Wang, contact the person in charge of XX immediately and tell them to keep an eye on Tang Muqian. Also, take a few more people and go to room number six in XX VIP room right away."

Assistant Wang was startled by his boss's anxious appearance. By the time he came to his senses, the person in front of him had already disappeared.

Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Assistant Wang didn't care about anything else and immediately turned around to get busy according to Xie Qingshi's instructions.

The man rushed to the clubhouse downstairs, his tall figure covered in dust, and just as he stepped into the lobby.

Then a slender, thin figure stumbled and ran towards them.

Behind her were several fierce-looking men!

Upon seeing the person's appearance clearly, Xie Qingshi's breath hitched, and his breathing became somewhat disordered.

"Huanhuan!"

The girl paused, lifting her delicate face, wet with tears. Her long, fine eyelashes were sticky with moisture, and wet teardrops clung to her snowy cheeks.

Those clear eyes, usually filled with smiles, were veiled in a thin mist, and the despair and grievance they held made Xie Qingshi's breath catch in his throat...

As if seeing a glimmer of hope, the girl rushed into the man's arms like a small cannonball.

Her slender, pale fingers, almost transparent, gripped the man's clothes tightly. Her delicate body trembled slightly, and a soft, fearful sob escaped her lips.

"Qing, Qingshi, I'm so scared. My senior's brother actually wanted to do that to me. I'm so scared..."

"It's okay, it's okay, Huanbao, don't be afraid, I'm here, don't be afraid."

When Sang Huan threw herself into his arms, Xie Qingshi noticed that her hair and chest were stained with a patch of red wine, looking incredibly messy.

Xie Qingshi's breath hitched, a dull pain piercing his chest. A frantic, suppressed emotion flickered in his dark eyes. He clenched his teeth, forcibly suppressing the fierce and violent aura emanating from him.

He gently patted Sang Huan's back with his large hand, his usually deep voice replaced by a dry one.

"I'm here, it's alright, Huanbao, don't be afraid."

The waiters who were about to rush over looked at each other, staring at the man who exuded a cold aura but still couldn't hide his noble demeanor.

They were all caught in a dilemma. The lobby manager next to them squinted for a while and recognized Xie Qingshi. His suspicious expression immediately turned into a fawning one as he stepped forward.

"Mr. Xie, what brings you here? It's a misunderstanding, it's all..."

"roll!"

Xie Qingshi could feel that the girl in his arms had gradually calmed down as he comforted her.

But the girl in his arms froze at the lobby manager's call.

If looks could kill, Xie Qingshi would have already skinned the manager alive.

The lobby manager's smile froze. Looking at the man's meticulous and considerate manner towards the girl, a chill ran down her spine, and an ominous premonition arose within her.

"Huanhuan, it's alright, don't be afraid, I'm here, Qingshi is here."

He comforted the girl in his arms, feeling his chest damp with tears.

He couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat, so he simply picked the girl up and carried her outside.

He carried her into the car and gently wiped away the girl's tears with a tissue.

"Don't be afraid, Huanhuan."

"During the Qing Dynasty, I was so afraid..."

As if a long-suppressed grievance was about to erupt, the girl's voice was choked with sobs, and she rubbed against the man's neck and cried haphazardly.

Xie Qingshi knew she was upset. He lowered his long eyelashes and didn't say anything, but gently patted the girl's back with his large hand, trying his best to soothe her emotions.

But his other large hand quietly clenched, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged out!

After the girl fell into a deep sleep in his arms, sobbing, Xie Qingshi gently put her down. Seeing that she was still clutching his coat, he simply took it off and covered her with it.

After confirming that everything was alright, Xie Qingshi brushed aside the stray hairs by the girl's cheek, a look of heartache appearing in his eyes.

But after he quietly withdrew and closed the car door, a raging storm was brewing in the man's narrow, dark eyes.