As he walked to his car, he noticed a few people lingering around the block. When they saw him coming from The Crystal House's direction, they trailed after him. Some of them had cameras, some held mics in their hands, while others decided to go traditional with a notebook and a charcoal pencil in black.
Xiajun gave them a sly glance. Reporters, all of them.
He hastened his footsteps and hurried around the corner, thinking about out-running them or hiding behind an object to throw them off. But to no avail, since the reporters speeded up with him, hanging tightly on their trail.
Xiajun looked behind him once, and realized there were even more of them now, not even 15 feet away from him.
He did not know what they wanted from him, and he didn't want to wait around and find out. So before they could all know what was happening, he broke out in a full run, suddenly heading in the opposite direction.