That evening, under Chen Xuan's clever arrangement, Zhang Yan drove by in a luxury car.
Yang Kaize was rushing back after delivering food, and had a scrape with Zhang Yan's car midway.
It seemed like an accident, but Zhang Yan actually did it on purpose.
Yang Kaize fell to the ground, unharmed, but it scraped a bit of paint off Zhang Yan's luxury car.
This scared Yang Kaize a lot; he could tell the car was expensive, and he couldn't afford to pay for it.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Yang Kaize quickly apologized.
Zhang Yan waved it off and said, "It's not your fault. I wasn't careful while driving."
"I've actually noticed you for a long time, I know your name is Yang Kaize, and you're doing excellently in your studies."
"Since we happened to meet here, why don't we grab a meal together, just to know each other a little?"
"You wouldn't refuse me, would you?"
Yang Kaize forced a dry smile, "Alright, I guess I'll accept your invitation."
