Gan Yuan nodded, her gaze once again falling on the blue watch in her hand.
At this moment, she didn't care much about Qian Xueying's life or death. She just hoped her son could return safely.
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In the northwest corner of the Capital, at a remote street in a slum area scheduled for demolition.
A black sedan abruptly stopped by the roadside. The car door was pushed open, and then a figure staggered out of the car.
Her slender body only wore a small piece of clothing, her bare upper body stained with fresh blood, long hair in disarray, one hand gripping a gun, the other pressing a towel against her chest. The towel was already soaked in blood, exuding a crimson color... It was Qian Xueying, who had narrowly escaped from the Duke Residence.
In the corner, a homeless man heard the commotion and curiously poked his head out. Seeing Qian Xueying, his eyes showed fear, and he turned to flee.
