After leaving the company and going downstairs, Wang Yan drove Ren Siyu away.
Once she got into the car, Ren Siyu took a moment to feel things out, then looked at the huanghuali wood steering wheel in Wang Yan's hands.
"Did you redo the interior of this car?"
Car modifications had only just started becoming popular, but Ren Siyu ran in the second-generation rich kids' circle with Yang Cheng, so she knew a thing or two about them.
Wang Yan nodded with a smile. "I changed the seats and sound system, and swapped out the steering wheel too. It's more comfortable to drive and more comfortable to sit in."
"I heard Yang Cheng say that your company's finances are being monitored by venture capitalists, so you're not allowed to spend recklessly?"
"It depends on who's spending and what they're spending it on. I'm the founder, and I'm only nineteen this year. Buying this car and modifying it didn't cost much. It's no big deal."
The two chatted idly as they found a nearby restaurant that was open and relatively upscale, where one meal cost the equivalent of half a month's wages for an ordinary person.
As soon as they sat down, Ren Siyu took off her thick coat, revealing her fine figure accentuated by her fitted clothes.
She ordered several dishes, then had Wang Yan add two of his favorites.
Faced with a whole table of food, Ren Siyu looked questioningly at Wang Yan across from her.
"What's wrong?" Wang Yan asked in confusion. Then, as if he had just realized something, he said, "Oh, don't worry. I'm not treating you like a sucker. I just have a big appetite. Especially at lunch—I eat more then, since I still have work to do afterward."
"That's good. I was worried that