Bab 934: Flushing Her Out (10)

The temperature that afternoon was about twenty degrees Celsius. The people on the street were either wearing short-sleeved shirts or thin t-shirts, but that person stood out like a sore thumb in his all-black get-up complete with a wool cap and mask. Song Qingchun continued shopping, trying her best to pretend not to have noticed the weird individual.

However, as she waltzed in and out the shops, she would glance at the many reflective windows and mirrors to pay attention to that person.

At 3 pm, Song Qingchun found a café on the fourth floor to rest and have a glass of warm milk. She sat at the table, flipping through the magazine for about twenty minutes when her phone rang. She glanced at the display before deleting the message in her inbox. Then, she called for the waiter for the bill, stood up, and left for the elevator.