There is a bright desk lamp in the upper left corner.

At this moment, the desk lamp seemed to move, automatically adjusting the dim light, making people feel that their restless hearts are gradually calming down.

In the upper right corner are four powerful characters: Take you home

The next entire page is filled with missing person information posted by lost parents.

Scroll all the way down, and when you find that there are so many lost elderly people and missing children and are filled with despair, a column of good news appears at the bottom bar.

Sometimes a kidnapped daughter is found after 14 years.

In three to five years, there will be clues, and then the lost relatives will be successfully found somewhere.

There was also a lost child who was found just 24 hours after the information was released.

It suddenly gives rise to endless hope in people's hearts.

Under each message posted, there was a red note left by the website manager: The search has started, and we will contact you as soon as we have any clues! When He Sichen browsed, he saw in the lower right corner that someone had posted a new message.

When I refreshed the page, the latest news showed that a little girl was lost in Nancheng Central Park.

In the uploaded photo, a three-year-old girl is wearing a pink dress and smiling.

Her parents said that she had a mole as big as a rice grain behind her ear.

Soon, a red note appeared: Search has been started, please keep your phone connected!

Nancheng.

He Sichen immediately remembered that place.

That was his first year since his debut, and he followed Brother Heng to Nancheng to shoot a commercial.

At that time, he was not very famous and no one would recognize him as a star when he walked on the street.

In the evening, Brother Heng took him out for dinner, and after dinner, the two of them walked along the bustling Nancheng Avenue back to the hotel.

That central park is as big as several football fields.

There is also a huge fountain in the center of the park.

It was summer and the square was full of people.

An old man playing chess in the cool air.

Aunties dancing square dance.

They are everywhere.

Countless heads appeared in front of me, and I thought of the little girl who couldn’t see her parents and was crying anxiously.

He Sichen's heart tightened.

Did she get lost on her own, or was she taken away by someone taking advantage of the chaos? Ten minutes had passed since the parents posted the news.

Ten minutes, is that enough for a van to travel ten kilometers?

He Sichen was so anxious that he felt sweat coming out of his forehead.

I could hear the sound of a little girl crying.

The scenes before his eyes were spinning. Sometimes it was a fountain, sometimes a ferocious-looking baseball cap, and sometimes a young couple shouting anxiously.

What could he do? What could he do for her? He forced himself to calm down, but he couldn't find any charity donation channels on the website.

Seeing the Contact Us button at the top, He Sichen quickly registered an account and clicked Contact.

A dialog box popped up instantly.

"Hello, I am Sunflower who will take you home. How can I help you? If you don't know how to operate our website, please send me a voice message about the missing person clue you want to post and upload the corresponding photos. I can help you."

Below the text is a voice message about 20 seconds long.

The content in the voice is exactly the same as the text.

But such a short and small design made He Sichen feel more at ease.

He Sichen tapped on the keyboard, "I want to donate, who should I contact?"

The other end replied quickly, "Mr. He, thank you! On behalf of all the staff of Take You Home, I would like to thank you for your kindness. Take You Home does not accept any personal donations. If you need a trustworthy donation channel, please contact your local Women and Children Protection Association. Thank you again!"

The other party actually refused to accept private donations? He Sichen was startled, and the light of the desk lamp on the page suddenly lit up.

There are brilliant fireworks exploding on the page.

A system-issued bulletin board popped up.

(End of this chapter)