C182 What Identity Did He Not Know?

Perhaps it had been too long since Shi Qing had slept in such a comfortable bed, as she woke up naturally, feeling well-rested. Groggily, she reached for her phone and noticed at least twenty missed calls. There were calls from Qiao Jing, Xiaotang, Rorschach, Jiang Yubai... So many people had tried to reach her, and she was instantly alert, a sense of unease creeping in