Qian Meigui had extra time on her hands, so she decided to walk to an old book store. She admired the photographs and portraits that hung on the walls. The store was full of antiques but classic pieces of furniture. It was her favourite place. She sat on a rustic sofa and picked up a fantasy novel.
After an hour of reading, she was interrupted when she received a phone call from an unknown number. She quickly answered, anticipating who it may be.
"Hello."
"Xiao Mei," a deep voice said. A voice that she knew well.
"Sheng," she called out.
"Where are you?" he asked.
"At the book store a couple of streets from home."
"All right. I will pick you up in 20 minutes," he said.
"What are we going to do?" she asked.
"Eat," he said.
"All right, see you in a bit." Qian Meigui hung up the call.
