When Musheng came downstairs, her face was a mask of frost.
She clutched her phone, sweat pooling in her palms, yet there was a kind of soul-lost look in her eyes.
She walked straight down, and on the broad avenue traffic came and went. She waved her hand, intending to hail a taxi, when a silver sedan drove straight towards her. With its distinguished emblem, the car's window slowly rolled down, revealing a face whose beauty made the passing years seem pale in comparison.
"Get in!"
It was a crisp, cool yet enchanting voice, seemingly neutralizing some of Musheng's own coldness. With a stony-faced glare, Musheng stared at the person inside the car. "Did you have someone make the call?"
