Qin Hao walked over, curious, and asked, "What happened?"
Zhao Qian's face was filled with worry: "Had a fight, the youngsters nowadays are not learning good things."
Zhao Han said with a smile, "Sis, the person I fought is in worse shape, probably has to stay in the hospital for half a month."
"You still have the nerve to say that, don't go out to play anymore on weekends," Zhao Qian's face stiffened.
Qin Hao accompanied Zhao Qian to see the doctor for her brother. It wasn't anything serious, just a scrape on his head that was bandaged and he was fine.
After about ten minutes, the three of them left.
Zhao Qian: "I'm sorry, Qin Hao, for troubling you."
Qin Hao laughed and said, "It's nothing, I didn't help much anyway."
When they got to the parking lot, Qin Hao got into his own car. Zhao Han's eyes widened when he saw it: "Damn, Sis, this is his car? So cool."