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"All beings suffer, each with their own unique kind of suffering."

Wu You's last words were like an invisible needle, repeatedly piercing Su Qinghuan's heart.

She sat there, unable to move, her mind a complete mess.

The word "utilitarianism," which she had never dared to face, was so easily uttered by an eight-year-old child, and spoken of so matter-of-factly.

She even forgot that she was still live-streaming, forgot that a huge news figure was sitting opposite her, and forgot the excited shouts of director Zhou Tao in her earphones that were almost cracking.

She just stared blankly at the child, who had already turned his gaze back to the window, his profile calm, as if his words were nothing more than a casual comment on the weather.

Is he really only eight years old? For the first time, Su Qinghuan began to doubt the reality of this world.

"Attention passengers, the next station is Jiangcheng East Station. Passengers who wish to disembark, please prepare accordingly..."

The sweet female voice on the train's loudspeaker broke the deathly silence in the carriage, and like a bucket of cold water, it woke Su Qinghuan from her daze.

Have we arrived at our destination?

So fast?

She suddenly came to her senses and saw that the three burly men in black had silently stood up.

They didn't even need to communicate. One of them went to retrieve a small black suitcase that Wu You had placed on the luggage rack, while the other two stood on either side of the aisle, their eyes scanning the surroundings warily, naturally forming a protective circle.

The entire process was quiet, efficient, and characterized by military-like discipline.

Wu You closed the thread-bound book, carefully put it into a small cloth bag he carried with him, then stood up and straightened the hem of his black Zhongshan suit.

His movements were unhurried, displaying a composure that even adults lack.

He is leaving.

This thought made Su Qinghuan's heart clench.

No!

We can't just let him go like this!

Today's live stream has completely exceeded everyone's expectations. The number of online viewers has exceeded 15 million and is still rising rapidly. The entire internet is buzzing because of this kid named Wu You.

If he just disappears into the crowd, then she, the host, and the entire production team will definitely become a laughing stock on the internet.

"Sister Qinghuan! Hurry! He's about to get off the bus!" Assistant Xiao Li also got anxious and reminded him in a low voice.

The cameraman had his lens firmly locked on Wu You, afraid of missing a single shot.

"Keep up!" Su Qinghuan gritted her teeth, disregarding all manners and etiquette, grabbed her bag and stood up.

She hurried after Wu You and his group, her high heels clicking silently on the carpet in the carriage, but her heart pounded like a drum.

Wu You was short, and walking between the three burly men, he was almost completely blocked.

They got out of the car, and Su Qinghuan and her team quickly followed with their equipment.

The platform was bustling with people coming and going, filled with the hustle and bustle of people returning home for the Spring Festival. Many people looked curiously at the few men in black with a powerful aura, but no one dared to approach them.

Su Qinghuan squeezed through the crowd, her eyes frantically searching the platform exit. She assumed they would walk towards the exit like ordinary passengers and then merge into the flow of people.

However, she was wrong.

That's completely wrong.

Wu You and his group did not head towards the exit at all.

They turned a corner and headed straight to the other end of the platform, an area that is usually only accessible to staff.

Su Qinghuan's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition welled up inside her.

She didn't care about anything else and led her people to chase after them.

When she walked around a huge platform pillar and saw the scene before her, she, along with her assistant and cameraman behind her, and the more than ten million viewers in the live broadcast room, were all petrified.

At the far end of the empty platform, right next to the high-speed train, a black Hongqi sedan with sleek and dignified lines was parked quietly.

That wasn't an ordinary Hongqi; it was the L-series flagship model, which could only be seen at the highest-level national events.

Under the illumination of the station lights, the vehicle reflected a deep, obsidian-like luster, exuding an aura of majesty that was almost intimidating to behold, even when simply parked there.

Can cars drive onto the high-speed rail platform?

The thought flashed through Su Qinghuan's mind, but it was quickly shattered by another, more impactful fact.

Her gaze was fixed on the blue license plate.

Jiang A·88888.

Five gleaming numbers "8" were like five resounding slaps to Su Qinghuan's face, and also to the hearts of all the viewers.

After a brief pause, the chat in the live stream went completely wild.

"Am I blind??? A car? There's a car on the high-speed rail platform???"

"Hongqi L series! A national treasure! What's this car doing here!"

"The key point is the license plate! Jiang A88888! Holy crap! What kind of amazing person is this?!"

"Jiangcheng's 'Fa Fa Fa Fa Fa' sign! Wasn't this sign supposed to be in the hands of a super tycoon who's been retired for many years? Why is he here to pick up a child?"

"My legs went weak, I really went weak. I used to think that being rich meant driving a Ferrari, but now I realize how ignorant I was."

"Hey anchor, stop standing there! Show us the kid's reaction!"

Su Qinghuan had no time to manage the bullet comments.

Her mind had completely shut down, going completely blank.

She looked at the car, which was even more extravagant than those in the movies, and watched as one of the burly men in black opened the back door, and watched as that small figure was about to step into the car.

She felt as if she were witnessing a world completely beyond her comprehension.

And the door to that world was slowly closing in front of her.

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