After Liu Hong left, Qiao Wenbin transferred two hundred yuan to him via WeChat, asking him to tend to his injuries and as a gesture of apology since the attack happened because of him.
"Xiao Bin, about this incident, why does Haiyang want to target you? And what's the deal with Haiyang? Tell me about it," Xu Yang asked.
"Brother Xu Yang, it's better if you don't get involved. Knowing about it won't help, and I'm afraid I won't be able to join you for dinner. I want to go see a teacher first, to figure out how to handle this situation," Qiao Wenbin said bitterly.
"Who says it's useless? Tell me, and I'll help you deal with it," Xu Yang insisted.
"How can you handle it?" Qiao Wenbin asked, shaking his head despondently.
"Let's go have a meal first. While we eat, I'll tell you, and then you can share the details with me," Xu Yang suggested.
"Alright, let's go have dinner then."
