If Jin Xueli weren't so easily distracted by curiosity, she might have given herself away the moment she heard her name.
Even as the hairs on her arms stood on end and she prepared to bend down for the hammer, a tiny thought lingered in a corner of her mind. It was like a single hair on her skin—a faint touch, yet impossible to ignore.
'...The resident is staring at my chest.'
'Why?'
'It's just the left side of the vest. Nothing unusual about it, is there?'
In that instant, her curiosity became the most pressing mystery in the world, one that pushed even "fleeing for her life" to the back of the line. So, Jin Xueli followed the resident's gaze and looked down at her own chest.
A name tag that had no business being on her chest was emitting a faint white glow.
'Huh?'
'Didn't I rip off the clerk's name tag?'
