Shen Jue couldn’t help but laugh, recognizing that it was the nickname Rong Qingqing gave Zhao Junxi.
Shen Jue thought Rong Qingqing was using Zhao Junxi’s phone to contact him, so he answered and immediately asked, "Where are you?"
Zhao Junxi heard a male voice and was puzzled, "Are you Shen Jue? How did her phone end up with you? Hand the phone to Rong Qingqing and let her take the call."
Shen Jue frowned, "Isn’t she with you?"
"Why would she be with me? If she were with me, why would I be calling her?" Zhao Junxi retorted.
"Someone saw you get a servant to take her away from the courtyard," Shen Jue’s tone became serious, "When did she leave your place?"
"What nonsense is this? When did I ask a servant to find her? That’s complete fiction; who’s spreading these lies?" Zhao Junxi was baffled.
"I came out of the hall and went back to my room. Later, I went out to find a servant to help me find my cousin. After my cousin arrived, we went to the entertainment room to play games."
"I only just heard from my cousin that he also knows Rong Qingqing, which is why I thought to call her to join us for a game."
Zhao Junxi finally realized something was wrong, "Shen Jue, you’re not joking with me, right? I really didn’t have a servant go find Rong Qingqing. Could someone be impersonating me to find her?"
"Do you think I’d joke with you about her?" Shen Jue replied coldly and hung up the phone, then turned to Lin Bufan, "Go out and ask those people what they said earlier, and recall what the servant who took Rong Qingqing looked like."
Lin Bufan nodded several times and hurried out.
In the entertainment room, Zhao Junxi hung up the phone, called to his cousin, and quickly ran up from the basement level.
He ran to Shen Jue, panting, asking, "Where... where did Rong Qingqing go?"
Seeing Shen Jue’s cold expression, Zhao Junxi knew Shen Jue truly didn’t know either.
Zhao Junxi hurriedly said to his parents beside him, "Dad, Mom, quickly call the servants to ask who just took Rong Qingqing away and impersonated me. Find out where she went."
President Zhao and Mrs. Zhao were startled, surprised something could happen in their own house.
Just then, Lin Bufan returned and, seeing Shen Jue, said, "I asked them, and they did see a servant take Miss Qingqing away. It was a young man around twenty who took her, and they heard the servant mention the wine cellar to Miss Qingqing, saying Zhao Junxi was waiting for her there."
"To the wine cellar!" Zhao Junxi slapped his thigh, "Did they say which wine cellar? Which direction did they go?"
The Zhao Family has two wine cellars, one in the basement’s second level here and another under the garage in the backyard, which is seldom visited.
"To the backyard," President Zhao spoke up.
If it were the wine cellar here, someone would have seen.
In the backyard garage’s wine cellar, no one would pass by.
As everyone ran toward the backyard, Shen Jue was deeply anxious, hating his paralyzed legs for the first time.
He could never be the first to reach her when she was in danger.
Because he couldn’t run.
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"Lin Bufan, you run and catch up, don’t worry about me," Shen Jue said.
Lin Bufan understood the importance, nodded, and quickly chased after them.