Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Sister, what is your relationship with him?
“If I’m not mistaken, Mr. Sheng must be looking for a high point to find a cell phone signal,” Ye Shu sidestepped Sheng Shaochen’s topic, stretching out her hand to hold his mobile phone in her palm.
Occasionally raising it high, her calm gaze harbored a trace of certainty.
Sheng Shaochen’s expression changed again and again.
His deep blue eyes slightly narrowed as he glanced at her.
This little woman, she really changes too fast.
“Stop, stop, stop! Right here, right here, we’ve got a signal!” A few minutes later, Ye Shu suddenly jumped up from her seat in excitent.
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Her little head bumped against the car’s roof, her teeth clenched in pain, but her smiling face remained undiminished.
Compared to her usual sharp-tongued deanor, this Ye Shu added an extra touch of youthful innocence and charm.
Sheng Shaochen found himself sowhat unable to discern which was the real her.
Sheng Shaochen pulled the car over to the side, reached out, took the phone, and dialed a number.
“Have you found the person?”
“Don’t worry, Young Master, we’ve found them, they are safe, I will resend you the location now.”
Soon, the other party sent over the location.
When Sheng Shaochen and she arrived, the sky had already cleared.
Sunlight filtered through dripping wet leaves, casting beautiful patterns of light and shadows.
Ye Shu’s gaze fell upon the seven or eight motorcycles strewn haphazardly across the clearing, with one army-green bike shining dazzlingly under the sunlight.
Ye Shu’s heart skipped a beat, thudding wildly.
Before Sheng Shaochen could park the car completely, she had already unbuckled her seatbelt, pushed open the car door, and was about to jump out.
Sheng Shaochen grabbed her hand and glanced at her muddy little feet.
Without a word, he pulled her directly into his arms, pushed open the car door, and carried her out.
His clothes had mostly dried from the car’s air conditioning.
And so had hers.
Only, neither was completely dry.
Once the car door opened, a gust of wind blew in, instantly sweeping them with coldness.
Ye Shu instinctively snuggled deeper into his embrace, her deanor cute as a kitten seeking warmth in its master’s arms.
Sheng Shaochen satisfyingly tousled her half-dried hair as he walked toward the simple wooden hut in the clearing.
Several black-clad bodyguards ca to et them, “Young Master, the person is inside.”
The bodyguards led the way.
Sheng Shaochen followed, still holding Ye Shu.
Throughout, Ye Shu’s eyes urgently peered inside.
Reaching the entrance, she imdiately saw Guan Jiu with half an arm soaked in red, sitting on a shabby stool and smoking a cigarette.
Before him were seven or eight young n and won bound tightly together.
“Sister?!” Before Ye Shu could clearly make out the situation, Ye Zifeng’s voice struck her from the crowd.
Ye Shu’s heart trembled, as she instinctively pulled away from Sheng Shaochen’s embrace.
She rushed forward and embraced Ye Zifeng, who was tied up.
She anxiously checked him over, “Zifeng, how are you? Are you hurt anywhere?”
Ye Shu frantically untied Ye Zifeng’s bounds while inspecting his body.
However, Ye Zifeng didn’t answer her questions, his gaze piercing past her, fixed on Sheng Shaochen standing behind her.
That was a man exuding an air of dominance, whose casual stance seed like that of a king, commanding awe.
Ye Zifeng’s eyes moved up and down, sizing up the man with half-dry clothes, then glanced at Ye Shu, who was wearing a black shirt identical to the man’s.
And those largely exposed white florid thighs.
Ye Zifeng’s face suddenly darkened as he grabbed Ye Shu’s hand and pulled her to a corner.
“Sister, didn’t you tell you were on a business trip these days? Who is he then? And what’s your relationship with him?”
The tone was full of anger and questioning.
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