The three of them stared at each other, or to be exact the two men stared at her as if they had seen a ghost.
Ouyang Xueqing wouldn't be so naïve to think that they were fascinated with her beauty. She frowned in discomfort at their fervent stare. "Um—do I know you?"
She racked her brain but still didn't recall ever having met the two men. They were completely unfamiliar to her.
The burly man snapped out of her reverie and shook his head. "N—No, you don't. It's just that…" He glanced at the sickly man and found that his eyes were glued to the young woman. "You look…very similar to someone we know."
"Oh, I see." Ouyang Xueqing nodded but her feet kept on retreating backward. "Stay here. I will go and look for help!"
The sickly man opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His face betrayed his anxiousness as he reached out his hand, wanting to hold onto her. But Ouyang Xueqing was so fast that she had zoomed out into the distance.
