The Faceless Dancing Woman (1)

Xiong Jingfei pressed on her Bluetooth earbuds. "Jeez, Yuan. Do you need to keep calling me? Are you that worried that I wouldn't get the job done?" 

The other side of the phone line was quiet, and no one replied to her. 

"Yuan?" Xiong Jingfei repeated Yin Yuan's name. "Are you there?" 

"Yuan?" 

Xiong Jingfei almost slammed on her breaks. That voice didn't belong to Yin Yuan… She mentally cleared her throat and, in a cheerful tone, "Darling~!"

"Did you mistake me for Wu Yuan? I'm hurt, darling."

"Ahaa… You know you're the only one for me, Zheyan." Xiong Jingfei replied, pulling her car into a parking lot. She thought it was Yin Yuan since Yang Zheyan's phone calls came in less frequently.

There was soft muffled laughter on the other line. Yang Zheyan replied, "Am I really the only one?"

Xiong Jingfei didn't reply. She parked her car outside a tall white building with many windows.