Thanks to Wu Xiaoyu's help, Ma Xiaomin is now completely fine. But the thirty thousand yuan that was promised earlier hasn't been mentioned yet.
Although Wu Xiaoyu was anxious, he didn't feel it was right to urge.
Approaching noon, Ma Shengming said he wanted to set a banquet at 'Super Delicious' to express gratitude, and Wu Xiaoyu naturally wouldn't refuse, as he hadn't received his money yet!
The five of them drove to Zhou Dong's restaurant again, and before they even got out of the car, they saw Zhou Dong waiting at the door from a distance. He had heard that Wu Xiaoyu had cured Ma Xiaomin, which made him more curious about his good brother Wu Xiaoyu.
The group entered a private room upstairs and had just taken their seats when the waiter started serving dishes, indicating that they had prepared in advance.
"Please don't mind the modest spread, Mr. Wu!" Ma Shengming said, while Ma Xiaomin beside him still looked at Wu Xiaoyu with an angry face.
