"Are you Ms. Chen Waan?" a stranger approached Chen Waan as she came out of the airport with her bags.
It had been one week since the incident with Mo Yifan and although the hype around her had died down, it did not deter Fu Fanghua from chasing her day and night. She ended up not going out at all. Thankfully, all her arrangements for visa and everything to China were taken care of by Chinese Cultural Ministry, and she did not need to step out of the house more than once.
All her documents had arrived on New Year day and she had decided to fly two days later. She was given a contact with her documents, so she assumed it was from the Cultural Ministry.
Even though the buzz had died down, she still had to be careful. Donning the mask, it was very easy for her to fly without being recognized. But this person in front of her had identified her in an instant. How?
"Are you Mr. Fan?" she asked, confirming the name on the information she had got.
