"Where do you all live? I'll give you a ride home."
So it must be said, Jiang Chen isn't ungenerous—it's just that he biked to the gathering that day, not even a back seat on his ride, so there was no way to help out.
The city lights were just coming on.
The streets bustled with endless streams of cars.
"Fenglu Courtyard."
Xie Wendong blurted out without hesitation.
He had only been working for a short time and definitely couldn't afford to buy a place yet, so he was renting. Though he had "no great ambitions," he still had some vanity. Many of his colleagues from the unit rented at Fenglu Courtyard, so seeing him roll up in a Cullinan would at least give him a bit of face.
In reality, a luxury car like the Cullinan shouldn't appear in ordinary people's day-to-day lives. He had to consider—this might be the only chance he'd ever have in his lifetime.
"Get in."
The last time he bumped into him near Yangkou Park suggested that Xie Wendong must live nearby.
