Sang Qing opened her eyes wide in horror.

She stared blankly at Nie Xin, when suddenly a chill crept up her back.

This man was well-dressed and exuded an air of nobility, but his sharp eyes suggested he was not a kind person...

Nie Xin gripped her wrist tightly, increasing the force involuntarily.

Sang Qing felt a sharp pain and couldn't help but cry out, "Sir, please let me go!"

"You haven't answered my question yet."

"What's the problem?" Sang Qing rolled her eyes. "Oh, so this dress came from somewhere, right? Heh, well..."

She approached him, her innocent smile tinged with a hint of allure, her appearance quirky and mischievous.

"Let go first, and then I'll tell you!"

Nie Xin's fingers involuntarily relaxed.

However, the next second, Sang Qing suddenly pushed him away and ran away quickly in the opposite direction like a little rabbit!

He must be a policeman!

Sang Qing's heart was pounding.

If he wasn't a policeman, why would he have that strange expression? It's just a tattered piece of clothing; why would he ask something like, "Was it taken from a dead person?"

That was close! I almost got arrested by plainclothes police officers!

Sang Qing ran wildly, but unexpectedly Nie Xin caught up with her.

She turned around and was so frightened she almost fell over. Nie Xin wasn't too far away, and being a man, he was physically strong; catching her would be a piece of cake for him.

In fact, Nie Xin didn't know why she had followed him.

I just subconsciously felt that the clothes were too strange.

He had endorsed that brand before. As the brand ambassador for Yangcheng, he had attended several press conferences for the brand.

Tang Yilan was always with them at every event, and wherever Tang Yilan appeared, Ye Chen was sure to be there too.

On one occasion, Ye Chen ordered one on the spot, with the same style and fabric as the one the girl had just held.

These haute couture garments are rare, with extremely exquisite designs and materials. In addition, they are products he has endorsed, so he could recognize them at a glance.

Moreover, it's said that Ye Chen was stabbed twice as soon as he arrived in England...

This further fueled Nie Xin's suspicions.

"stop!"

Hearing the shouts behind her, Sang Qing lost her balance and fell hard. Ignoring the pain, she scrambled to her feet and hid in the alley.

Fortunately, she was familiar with the area, and after a few turns, she lost sight of the man.

Nie Xin stood at the crossroads, looking around. His subordinates caught up with him and asked worriedly, "Young Master Xin, are you alright?"

Nie Xin will continue searching.

His subordinate stopped him: "Young Master Xin, this area is a notorious slum in Manchester. Many criminals hide here. Don't go any further!"

Nie Xin narrowed his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

...

Sang Qing fled back to the basement, drenched in a cold sweat.

Her hands were trembling slightly when she opened the door.

Not only did I not earn a single penny today, I almost fell into a trap set by an undercover police officer! What bad luck.

Sang Qing stormed in, her face flushed. The room was dark. She stepped on a basin on the floor and was about to explode when she suddenly noticed that the person lying on the bed was motionless.

"Brother Ye?" she called out tentatively.

There was no response.

She panicked a little and touched his head with trembling hands. It was burning hot, like a branding iron. She quickly pulled her hand back.

"You have a fever again!"

For a moment, her mind went blank, something she had never experienced before. For the first eighteen years of her life, she had lived like a rat in the sewers; she didn't intentionally harm others, but sometimes she had to sell things for profit and self-preservation.

For example, the consciousness that normal people have.

If a normal person encountered Ye Chen who had been stabbed, their first reaction would be to call the police and get him to the hospital.

But she couldn't do it.

She couldn't bear to stand by and watch someone die, but she also didn't want to put herself in danger.

Dragging Ye Chen back to bandage him up, preventing him from dying of blood loss on the street, was the best she could do.

Sang Qing's heart pounded, and she was momentarily at a loss. A wicked thought flashed through her mind—she could turn around, go out, lock the door, and leave this person inside to fend for themselves.

Then, after dark, they would drag him out and dump him somewhere, doing it without anyone noticing.

Sang Qing gasped. As that wicked thought took hold of her mind, she suddenly slapped herself twice hard.

After a moment, she calmed down, her hands trembled slightly, and she walked straight towards Ye Chen.

First, check his breathing. Although it's weak, it's not hopeless.

Sang Qing took out the iron box containing the money and then tried to carry Ye Chen on her back.

She was young and slender. After several unsuccessful attempts, she ran out to find help.

She knocked on every single room in the basement, but everyone there had their own troubles, and no one was willing to help her. The old Gypsy woman glared at her angrily and yelled, "I told you not to drag this guy in! If you dare send him to the hospital, we're all finished!"

"Grandma!" Sang Qing shouted anxiously, "This is a matter of life and death, can you please help?"

"You'll alert the police! You can die if you want, but don't drag us down with you!"

Grandma Gypsy slammed the door shut.

The rest of the people also chose to stand by and do nothing.

Some even warned her, "If you dare call an ambulance, we'll skin you alive!"

Sang Qing was anxious and scared, and tears streamed down her face. She stood there helplessly when a usually taciturn man dragged over a wooden cart and helped her lift Ye Chen onto it.

Sang Qing thanked them repeatedly, and the two of them then carefully moved Ye Chen out of the basement and placed him on the ground.

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