Zhang Yang sat in the driver's seat without moving, extended his arm to open the passenger door, and took a look with a smile: "Wearing this to eat at Haidilao? Isn't it a bit too formal?"
Being reminded by Zhang Yang, Lin Nianwei also felt it was a bit inappropriate: "How about you take me back to change clothes, and then you go queue up? Haidilao is definitely busier on weekends; I'll just grab a taxi and head over!"
"Alright! Get in!" Zhang Yang found that reasonable and gestured for her to get in the car.
Lin Nianwei got into the passenger seat confidently and sat down. Zhang Yang hit the gas and drove towards Lin Nianwei's rented place.
Lin Nianwei's temporary place wasn't too far from the downtown Haidilao, roughly four to five kilometers in a straight line. Old Zhao helped find this studio apartment, and the company provided a monthly rent subsidy of one thousand yuan. Living alone, the young girl was doing quite well.
