"Old Zhang? Hasn't Old Qi's issue been resolved?" Qin Mu lifted his head and asked with raised eyebrows.
Not long ago, he had just told Zhang Qingyuan how to handle Old Qi being hit. The first step was to notify the traffic police to issue a liability assessment report, and then deal with the follow-up slowly.
"It's not about Old Qi; it's about me." Zhang Qingyuan sat down, sighed, and recounted what had just happened, his face full of grievance. "I had just gone to see Old Qi when a dog suddenly chased and tried to bite me. I didn't think much of it at the time, so I just picked up my walking stick and hit the dog on the head a few times. I ended up killing it. Now, the dog's owner keeps pestering me, demanding I pay up. She even claims their dog is some foreign mixed breed and wants at least fifty thousand in compensation! Isn't this extortion?"
