Qin Zhuzhu thought about over and over again. It wasn't that her head was imagining things or voices. She was very sure that masked man called her Little Pearl back there.
There was only one person who would call her that name. Qin Zhuzhu gripped her phone tightly, fingers hovering above his number. Will he answer if she called? What if the number was discontinued already?
In the end, Qin Zhuzhu ended up tossing her phone onto her bed with herself. She stared at the blank ceiling.
"Qin Zhuzhu, Qin Zhuzhu, what are you afraid of?" She chided held herself.
Curious about it, Qin Zhuzhu wanted to meet that masked man again. He appeared when she needed help the most. Who sent him and who was he?
How can she meet him again? If her instincts were right, then he should be....
The next night, Qin Zhuzhu was invited to a welcome party arranged by the fashion company. It was like a welcome party, held in a hotel.
