After dinner, Ye Shaotang offered to give Xia Lu a ride home.
"Really, there's no need. I can call a driver," she said, already picking up her phone.
"Why go to all that trouble and wait? I haven't visited my parents in a while, and today seems like a good opportunity. It's on the way," Ye Shaotang had already walked to the car, stretching out his hand to open the passenger-side door. "Besides, my clothes are still at your place. If I send you home, you can give them to me directly, so we don't need to find a way to send them to the office. Saves a lot of trouble."
His consideration made it impossible for Xia Lu to find a reason to keep refusing, so she obediently got in the car.
"How's work been going lately? Are you getting accustomed to it?" In the car, Ye Shaotang took the initiative to start a conversation with her.
"It's alright," Xia Lu replied simply.
"I remember you once said your dream was to have your own website design company. Have you given that up?"
