After dinner and spending some time with Qin Xiaoran, it was nearly nine o'clock when Shen Zhiyi got ready to head home. As soon as she got into the car, Xiaodong broke some bad news to her.
"Sis, you've been snapped."
Shen Zhiyi's foot slipped, almost causing her to lose her balance. She touched her face, "I wore a hat and a mask, how could I be recognized?"
"Seems like it was by your voice," Xiaodong passed her the phone, explaining that it wasn't the paparazzi who had taken her photo but a designer at the same fashion show. He had uploaded a side profile photo of Shen Zhiyi to his social media account, apparently sitting just behind her.
"You can't tell it's you from the photo, but this designer said he recognized your voice, he's certain it's really you."
Shen Zhiyi felt uneasy, "Did it hit the trending searches?"