A Setup within a Setup, a Mystery within a Mystery (8)

The taxi driver hit the brakes immediately and pulled over. Huo Mian gave a hundred yuan to the driver, didn't even ask for change, and hopped off. 

In the falling snow, Huo Mian was standing in front of an old and shabby mechanic shop, looking at a familiar man fixing cars in a messy outfit. 

"Hurry up, man, I'm in a huge rush."

"Yes, it'll be done shortly." 

Huo Mian just stood there. If she didn't see it with her own eyes, she would never believe that one day. this man would be in such a situation. 

Biting her lips, Huo Mian struggled and finally called out, "Wei Dong."

"Yes?" Upon hearing someone calling his name, Wei Dong automatically stood up and turned around. 

The moment he saw Huo Mian, his whole face changed. 

Then he smiled awkwardly. "Huo Mian, you… why are you here?"

"I just passed by and saw a person that looked like you, so I got out of my car."