That evening, Zhang Yang drove a van to pick up the girl from Lin Nianwei's place and then headed to a supposedly nice private dining restaurant.
The details about eating and chatting are not worth elaborating on. The restaurant owner cooked the black pork Zhang Yang brought, and the two of them ate until their mouths were oily. It was only at 8:30 p.m. that they settled the bill and left.
"It's still early, how about we catch a movie?" Lin Nianwei suggested from the passenger seat.
"A movie? Just the two of us?" Zhang Yang was taken aback, feeling that something was off.
"Yeah, why not? Any problem? You paid for dinner, so I'll treat you to the movie! I'm not taking advantage of you!" Lin Nianwei said matter-of-factly.
"How about next time? I have to get up early tomorrow and have some business to handle!" Zhang Yang, feeling a bit timid at the crucial moment, instinctively tried to decline.
