"What's going on?" I asked.
Li Na stepped forward, her eyes narrowing as she observed the scene. "Seems like what I was afraid of," she muttered, more to herself than to me.
I raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to explain, but she just shook her head. "You'll see in a second," she tried to be casual but still it was tense.
Without waiting, she took the lead, striding toward the crowd with authority. "Make way!" she called out, her voice sharp enough attracted everyone's attention.
The crowd parted reluctantly, their eyes curious and also not happy to see us.
As we got closer, a guy stepped forward—slim, with a kind of delicate handsomeness that bordered on feminine. He moved like he was on stage, all fluid gestures and dramatic flair, and his smile was way too friendly for someone I'd never met.
