Chapter 4 — Data Doesn't Lie

When it comes to taking responsibility, it turns into "I just suspected". The platform arranged for Ha Tuan to come to his house to apologize. He was carrying a fruit basket and standing at the door, his face haggard. “Miss Hua, driver Hua, this time there really is a problem with the process.” I don't let him into the house. “It's not the process that's the problem.” “But your first reaction is to sacrifice the driver.” He was silent. “Public opinion on passenger safety events puts great pressure, we also have to consider public feelings…” I interrupted him. “Considering public sentiment, can we not investigate the truth?” “Protect passengers, so can you push the driver into the fire first?” Ha Tuan bowed his head. “The foundation will be corrected.” “Write properly into the mode.” "Public." “Traceable.” “Don't just stand at my door and say sorry.” He nodded. "I get it." I don't know if he really understands or not. But I know, now that the evidence is there, he is forced to understand. My father stood behind me and said softly: "Ha Ha, stop it." I turned my head to look at him. In my previous life, he always said stop it. If you get scolded by a passenger, stop it. If the platform deducts money, stop it. Being misunderstood by your neighbors, stop it. But this time, he looked at me and slowly added: "What I mean is, don't let them act in front of the door anymore." I suddenly wanted to cry. In the end, he no longer sought refuge from those who hurt him. The lawyer's letter was sent on Tuesday. The subjects were not only Wen Le and Thieu Minh. There are also the first video accounts to spread license plates. The accounts used my father's photo as a mocking expression. The person who revealed my house number. Together with the neighbor in the group of residents, they posted the sentence "this type of driver deserves to be drowned in the river". Someone immediately messaged me privately. "Miss Hua, I just shared it, I don't know if it's true or not." “My family still has small children, can we not sue?” “I already deleted it, can you be so generous as to ignore it?” I don't reply to any messages. In my previous life, I begged them to delete it. They said I was guilty. I begged them to stop scolding my father. They said that when my father did bad things, he wasn't afraid. Now it's their turn to beg me. Based on what? 08 The first person who came to apologize was Lao Manh, the owner of the driver group. He stood downstairs, holding a cigarette in his hand, not daring to light it. “Old Hua, I was wrong about kicking you out of the group.” My father said nothing. Old Manh sighed. “At that time, there was so much noise online, I was afraid it would affect people accepting applications.” I laughed coldly. “So you kicked my dad out first?” Old Manh looked at me awkwardly. “Sister, I'm at my wit's end.” Old Manh bowed his head. "Sorry." My dad didn't say it was okay. Just say: "In the future, if anyone in the group has trouble again, don't rush to step on them." Old Manh nodded and left. That night, the property's management team cleaned off the remaining red paint on the door. The person who threw the paint was a relative of the household living upstairs. He said he was "so angry I couldn't stand it". After the lawyer contacted him, he immediately brought the cleaning staff and compensation money to apologize. My father stood at the door, watching the wall being cleaned again. Suddenly asked me: "Ha Ha, are you so useless?" My heart aches. “How can that be?” “If it weren't for you, even I wouldn't be able to protect myself.” He bowed his head. A man who has been driving for more than twenty years, knows how to fix tires, know how to get directions, and knows how to take drunk passengers home safely on a rainy night. But faced with a scene of crying in front of the camera, he was as weak as a piece of paper. This is not your fault. This world is too used to forcing ordinary people to use their lives to prove their innocence. On the fourth day, On Le's mother arrived. She stopped us in front of the police station. Hair is messy, eyes are red and swollen. “Miss Hua, my daughter knows it's wrong.” "He's still young, he's suddenly confused." “Can you write a forgiveness note?” My father stood next to me, his body stiff. When On's mother saw him, she cried even harder. "Uncle Hua, he didn't mean to harm you." “He just wanted to be famous, wanted to make money, he didn't expect it to be this loud.” I was so annoyed that I burst out laughing. “What did she not expect?” “I didn't expect that a driver also has a family?” “I didn't expect my father to be old

do you have a daughter?” “Or did you not expect that there was a complete video recording in the car?” On's mother's lips trembled. "She's a girl, if she really leaves a criminal record, what will she do with her whole life?" This sentence is too familiar. In my previous life, I also wanted to ask. What should my father do with his whole life? But no one answered me. I said: “She is an adult.” "She knows how to choose orders at dawn, knows how to cover the camera, knows how to tear clothes, knows how to slit her wrists, knows how to contact the operator to guide public opinion." “This is not called nonsense.” “This is called planning in advance.” On's mother's legs were soft, as if she wanted to kneel. I took a step back. “Don't kneel.” “Kneeling is useless.” My father gently pulled my sleeve. “Ha Ha, let's go.” I thought he wanted to advise me to soften my heart. But he said: “Don't let her make things difficult for you.” My nose is stinging. He finally understood. Honesty is possible.