"Last time we met was at the restaurant, wasn't it?" the man said with a smile. "Haven't introduced myself yet, I'm Zhang Minghui."
"I know," Lin Fei replied with a faint smile. "You must have something in mind coming to me so suddenly, right?"
Zhang Minghui didn't answer; he just stared at Lin Fei for a while. "I smell something familiar on you. Different from last time. And it looks like you're in some trouble."
"Trouble?" Lin Fei's smile faded.
"Why have you drawn your sword?" Zhang Minghui suddenly asked, his eyes briefly turning a faint purple.
"Snap." A black cell phone fell to the ground.
Lin Fei suddenly turned around. Xia Jie, looking embarrassed, bent over to pick up the phone. Lin Fei watched him quietly, her eyes indifferent and devoid of warmth.
"No! Sorry... it was just an accident...." Xia Jie's eyes were filled with confusion and surprise.
"Looking forward to our next meeting." Zhang Minghui's voice came from behind.
