"So, you're a fortune-teller as well?" Mei Yangyang called out to stop An Xiaoning.
Adjusting her mask to cover her face, An Xiaoning admitted, "Yes, I am."
"Sister, will you leave me with a means to contact you?" asked Mei Yangyang.
Thinking that Mei Yangyang was rather capable for her age, she agreed, "I don't ever leave strangers with my contact details. But you're an exception, because I feel a strange affinity between us."
An Xiaoning then proceeded to give Mei Yangyang her mobile number. "It's a great fortune to have met you. I won't take your money," chirped Mei Yangyang as she tucked the 10 yuan into An Xiaoning's pocket, grinning from ear to ear.
