「An hour later, in a high-end ward at Hangcheng City First Hospital.」
"Young Master Han, thank you for taking the trouble to personally visit me." Song Li, his arm in a cast and wrapped in gauze, looked respectfully at Han Ling. "You are too kind to me."
"Young Master Han, you must see that justice is done for us!" Song Hao, his face swollen and bruised, chimed in, looking utterly aggrieved. "We were just trying to take care of that nuisance for you, and this is what happened to us."
"Enough. There's no need to put on an act for me." Han Ling sneered, glancing at Song Li's broken arm and Song Hao's bruised face. "What you did was indeed meddlesome and unnecessary, but at least it stemmed from loyalty and a desire to act on my behalf."
"I will remember your loyalty. I won't let Qin Lin off the hook, and I'll reward you accordingly with promotions and important positions!"
