Tang lay propped up on his hospital bed, having weathered many storms in his life. He was about to undergo surgery soon and couldn't afford to get angered. He needed to contain his temper, so he remained silent throughout.
Until Jiang Jinsang walked in, and he smiled, "Xiaowu is here."
"Uh-huh," Jiang Jinsang nodded, taking in everyone in the room.
With the old man's hospital bed as the dividing line, Wang Li and those reporters were on one side, while Tang Wan and Zhou Zhongqing and others stood opposed.
"Have you finished all your tests?" Zhou Zhongqing sized him up.
"No."
Jiang Jinsang walked straight to Tang Wan, protecting her behind him as if creating an impenetrable barrier.
Wang Li had never encountered such a sharp-tongued girl before. He was so furious that he couldn't breathe properly, his chest heaving as he glared at her, only to unexpectedly meet a pair of eyes as cold and dismissive as frostbitten steel.
He shuddered, his body growing cold.
