Chen Yan tossed the car keys directly to Zhao Shanhe.
Zhao Shanhe was taken aback and couldn't help but laugh, "Bro, what's the deal here? You give me clothes, now car keys? Are you trying to keep me?"
"There are a few more clothes in the car, all picked out for you by me." Chen Yan looked at Zhao Shanhe, "Consider the car borrowed; just return it when you're done using it."
"..." Zhao Shanhe was still a bit puzzled, "No, seriously, what's the plan, my dude! You've had me holed up in the boss lady's internet cafe for days, what do I do next?"
"Go back to school, and say your internship is about to end, go back to take it easy and rest. Then just do whatever you do daily — eat, drink, hang out with classmates — everything as normal.
But one rule: don't actively seek out the underclasswoman!"
"If I don't look for her, how do we even continue with this..."
"She'll come looking for you." Chen Yan smiled faintly.
"Really?"
