Yan Qingsi said, "I take it you have not found your sister who has been missing for eight years."
A loud sound akin to glass breaking was heard from the other end of the phone. The tone of the woman changed. "Who are you?"
Yan Qingsi slowly lifted her chin. "I am the person who can help you. If you want to know more about your sister, meet me at Central Square now."
She hung up the phone and switched off the computer. She dressed herself in a casual black sports attire, complete with a cap. She put on a face mask and went out into the night.
…
It was ten o'clock at night and Central Square was buzzing with activity. The plaza dance session had ended and the old ladies were leaving. There were still skateboarders riding around and couples in love. A group of hip hop dancers were having a showdown. The city night was as vibrant as it was in the day.
