Ye Xunhuan was stunned for a moment when he heard this frantic plea for help, and an exquisite figure immediately emerged in his mind!
He Sichan!
Ye Xunhuan recognized at once that the voice belonged to He Sichan.
Although he had met He Sichan only three times, his impression of her was quite profound!
After all, they had been involved the very first time they met, and it had become notorious throughout the city. Later, he even attended her wedding, and her husband, Pei Zhencuan, had died in front of him.
Yet, what could have happened to He Sichan for her to call him in such a panic for help?
For a moment, Ye Xunhuan's brows slowly furrowed together.
"What happened?"
"I don't know, I don't know, please, come save me, come save me quickly…"
The voice of He Sichan sounded extremely terrified, as if she were experiencing something dreadful!
"Where are you?"
"I'm at home…"
"Where is your home?"
"Mingyuan Eight…"