"Miss Susan!"
An excited voice called out from behind Su Qing and her friends.
Hearing this, Su Qing's expression darkened slightly. That name, and that familiar voice... she knew instantly who was behind them.
She sighed internally. 'What a small world. I thought he was just a passing stranger on the cruise ship, but now I'm running into him again and again in Beijing.'
"Excuse me, I think you have the wrong person. There's no one named Susan here," Li Huan and the others said politely as they turned to look at the young, blond-haired, blue-eyed foreign man behind them.
This young foreign man was none other than Yarn, who had stayed in the cabin next to Su Qing's on the Jixiang.
Yarn felt a pang of disappointment when he saw Su Qing turn her head. This young woman wasn't Susan. Her back looked just like hers, but her face was completely different.
