"How are you? Feeling better?"
Jiang Siming ignored the bewildered looks from the other hotheaded young men. He set down the Ice Cola in his hand and asked Xing Mu.
Xing Mu had suffered a serious blow yesterday. He had been dumped, deceived, and dragged to the Police Station, where he had nearly ended up in prison.
It was indeed hard for anyone to recover from all that so quickly.
Even now, Xing Mu's eyes were still somewhat swollen and dull.
"Much better, Brother Jiang. It's all my fault. I've even gotten you dragged into this mess and exposed your business." Xing Mu blamed himself.
Jiang Siming wanted to pat Xing Mu on the shoulder, but he realized that Wei Shen was sitting beside him like Mount Tai. So he slapped Wei Shen on the back instead and said, "Why are you sitting next to me?"
Wei Shen was speechless. He had been beaten for no reason. Come on, big brother. Don't we usually sit like this? How was I supposed to know you wanted to comfort Xing Mu and pat him on the shoulder?
He wanted to change seats, but everyone had already logged into their accounts. Switching seats would be troublesome, so he could only let it go.
Jiang Siming spoke to him across Wei Shen. "You don't need to worry about me. Besides, this matter would have been exposed sooner or later. I've only gained a few more tagalongs. It's nothing serious. What matters most right now is getting yourself back in shape."
The coach beside them nodded and said to Jiang Siming, "Xing Mu has already applied to return home for recuperation after this match. The club in Shanghai urgently sent Yong Yuan over. He should arrive tonight."
Jiang Siming nodded. This was the wisest solution.