As soon as Shao Xing walked out of the arrival gate, he saw a woman with a ponytail holding a sign with the words "Welcome Mr. Shao to come for guidance" in big words. Her expression looked like she was attending a funeral.
He paused, turned around and walked back.
"Shao Xing!" Fang Qing was very sharp-eyed. She rushed up in three steps and grabbed the strap of his backpack. "Why are you running?"
"You have the wrong person." Shao Xing lowered the brim of his hat and said in a muffled voice, "My name is not Shao Xing."
"Shao Xing is written on your ID card, Shao Xing is written on your passport, and your mother told me about you wetting the bed when you were a child. You told me that you are not Shao Xing?" Fang Qing gritted her teeth, "Stop!"
