Xu Deming and Jiang Qiuping returned home.
Xu Yang was alone at home, Zhao Yuxin was having dinner with friends and had not yet returned.
"Dad, what happened to you?"
Xu Yang saw that his dad had a band-aid near his eye, clearly covering a wound.
"Ah, today, while we were dining, we encountered Zhao Yulu..."
Xu Deming and Jiang Qiuping sat on the sofa, and Jiang Qiuping briefly explained the situation.
"Who is that second-generation rich kid?" Xu Yang's face darkened.
Since his dad got hit, he had to clear things up.
No matter who it was, if they dared to hit his own dad, he couldn't just let it slide.
"We don't know, let's leave it be, it's just a scratch on the face."
"There's one thing we can't just let go of though, I'll tell you about it, and you'll see what can be done."
Xu Deming didn't take his own beating to heart, but he felt that Mo Jinxin's matter couldn't be overlooked.
