Seeing this group of people bursting out of the elevator with menacing momentum, the entire hospital corridor suddenly fell quiet.
People frowned at the sight of the bald man with tattoos who walked in front, his face fierce and terrifying. The others following him looked just as brutal, clearly up to no good.
However, upon seeing this, a flicker of panic crossed the doctors' faces in the corridor, because they could clearly tell that these people were not here with good intentions. Their open stance was not that of wanting to resolve the conflict amicably.
Especially An Xin, her brows furrowed even more upon seeing this.
Though she had just heard Zhao Xiufen say she wanted her son to come over and handle this matter, originally An Xin thought that Zhao Xiufen's son, being a young person, would handle things much better than the old rascal Zhao Xiufen and would be easy to communicate with.
