The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Zhong Yue'er's voice trembled with panic, making it heartbreaking to hear.

Wen Yisheng felt as if she had been transported back to the time when she was kidnapped and later threatened with private photos.

It was a feeling of collapse and helplessness, as if the sky had fallen, and she could empathize with it all too well.

"Don't panic, stay in the bathroom and don't come out. I'll come get you," Wen Yisheng reassured her gently.

Zhong Yue'er was extremely uneasy: "Don't tell anyone..."

"Yes, I won't tell anyone."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yisheng said to the driver and bodyguard, "Let's go to MAGIC Disco first."

The bodyguard was in a dilemma: "Did Mr. Wen Zhi agree to let you go to a place like that?"

Wen Yisheng choked: "...Why do I need his permission to go anywhere?"

"Well then, I'd better call Mr. Wen Zhi first to let him know."

"No need to tell him."

Wen Yisheng said, "I'm just going to pick up a friend. Just follow me closely inside."

Wen Yisheng agreed to Zhong Yue'er's request mainly because he had two tall, strong bodyguards who looked like they could fight.

Otherwise, she would never dare to go to such a mixed-race nightclub alone.

The two bodyguards exchanged a glance, then turned and followed the navigation towards the nightclub.

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Unlike the Midsummer Night Club I'd visited a few times before, which was a high-end club with a business focus, this one was different.

MAGIC, on the other hand, is a nightclub where people party day and night.

Upon entering, a scene of extreme ecstasy and frenzy greeted the eye. Young men and women were touching each other, swaying wildly to electronic music in a huge, dimly lit dance floor.

This was a completely unfamiliar world to Wen Yisheng, and she disliked the dangerous atmosphere here.

"Hi, little sister."

As soon as I entered, a guy squeezed out from the dance floor and came over to chat me up. He was dressed in a floral shirt and jeans, and his retro punk style was quite cool: "Is this your first time here? I'll buy you a drink."

Wen Yisheng only felt that he was casual and untrustworthy.

He may not have three-tenths of Wen Zhi's looks, but he has ten-tenths of Wen Zhi's confidence.

"I don't want to drink, please move aside." Wen Yisheng said expressionlessly.

There were two burly male bodyguards on either side of him, and the boy shrugged, not daring to say anything.

"Miss Wen, it's too chaotic here. Where are your friends?" Two bodyguards squeezed out and shielded Wen Yisheng in the middle.

It's so noisy, you can't hear anything unless you put your ear right up to it.

"In the restroom...on the right."

Wen Yisheng's ears were ringing, and her head was throbbing from the music and the screams of men and women.

Surrounded by young faces filled with a frenzied intoxication, she was dazzled by the lights.

"Miss Wen..."

"Miss Wen! Where are you!"

The dance floor and aisles were packed with people, separating the group of people who were walking together. Wen Yisheng was pushed into the dance floor. She heard the noise and stretched out her arms, waving: "I'm here!"

"I'm here... um!"

A man in a floral shirt suddenly appeared, grabbed Wen Yisheng's head, and pressed it against his chest.

Before the brain could even process it, the body had already reflexively started to struggle.

"Let me go, here!" Wen Yisheng shouted with all her might, but her shouts were easily drowned out by the loud music.

Wen Yisheng's heart pounded wildly. Why?!

Damn it.

What's her constitution like? Why is she always either in trouble or on her way to one? Is she about to have another misfortune right after her leg injury just healed?

No… Wen Yisheng didn’t have time to think, and tightly covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief soaked in ether.

The man in the floral shirt was tall, and outsiders could only see him intimately embracing the girl.

Wen Yisheng held her breath, but it was too late. Her consciousness slowly faded, and she was half-carried away from the dance floor by the boy as she fell unconscious.

The bodyguard was frantic, sweating profusely, unable to find anyone.

The employer called.

The bodyguard answered the phone, his voice trembling: "Mr. Wen, Miss Wen suddenly wants to come to the disco, and now... I've gotten separated from Miss Wen and we're looking for her."

The silence on the other end of the phone was eerily quiet, as if no one was listening.

The bodyguard was extremely nervous.

"Why didn't you tell me beforehand?" The voice was very calm.

"Yes, Miss Wen said..."

Suddenly, there was a loud bang from the other side, like a table being kicked over.

Just hearing the voice was enough to convey a frantic, irritating tension: "Damn you, why didn't you tell me?!"