Lin Xinlan's face flashed with discomfort, "I didn't, I just ran into a bit of trouble, it wasn't that serious."
Qiao Yiyang nodded, changing the subject, "Let's have the beef. I hear it's this restaurant's signature dish, and it's supposed to be very good."
"Sure, you eat too."
They no longer talked about what happened that day but brought up other topics.
As they ate and chatted, the meal quickly came to an end.
When it was time to pay, Qiao Yiyang did not ask Lin Xinlan for money. Seeing he was serious about treating her, Lin Xinlan did not argue with him.
After leaving the restaurant, Lin Xinlan said goodbye to him, and Qiao Yiyang did not insist on escorting her.
She walked a short distance and just as she turned a corner, a man approached her with a spray can, spraying something onto her face without warning. Lin Xinlan's head spun violently.
Meeting the man's sinister gaze, she immediately sensed danger and cried out loudly, "Help!"
