"You, you..."
Han Guanghong's abruptly raised hand was fiercely restrained in midair, and the usual gentle elegance on Song Yan's face was replaced by a bloodthirsty chill.
"Shouldn't a life being taken deserve retribution?"
"And who are you? This is our family matter, an outsider has no right to interfere." Han Guanghong was so angry his face turned blue.
"Xiao Xi's business is my business. If you dare to cause trouble in the hospital again, don't blame me for not being polite."
Han Guanghong, infuriated and embarrassed, pointed at Han Xi: "Okay, you've grown a backbone. If I'd known you were so rebellious and unfilial, I would have strangled you at birth."
Song Yan's clenched fist swung fiercely at Han Guanghong, his deep voice carrying a piercing aura: "It's lucky that you treated Han Xi decently when he was young, otherwise I assure you, you'd be a hundred times worse off now."
