One day half a month later, a man stopped on Xin Qing on her way home.

"Are you Miss Xin?" The man sounded grossly discourteous. Two beefy body guards stood behind him.

Xin Qing glanced at her surroundings. Pedestrians walked around this area. Silently, she felt a bit of relieved. Still, she asked warily, "Who are you people?"

The man took off his sunglasses and looked at her flippantly. "A beautiful Chinese doll, but a little slow-witted." ...