Lin Fangwei first had Meng Jingfen get her twenty yuan worth of pastries. After paying for them, she gently asked the person in charge, "Excuse me, sis, I'm Meng Jingfen's sister. I need to talk to her for a bit; could she step out for... ten minutes?"
In those days, especially in that kind of weather, not many people bought twenty yuan worth of pastries in one go, so Lin Fangwei counted as a major customer.
Moreover, the head of the pastry shop could tell that Lin Fangwei's purpose in buying so many pastries was to take Meng Jingfen out to talk.
It was only for ten minutes, a trivial matter, and she quickly responded, "Of course, that's fine."
Meng Jingfen and Lin Fangwei had already met several times.
They both despised each other and knew that the other didn't like them.
Meng Jingfen couldn't figure out why Lin Fangwei was looking for her, a "sister" with no blood relation at all.
But she wasn't afraid.
