Tang Xiu turned around and looked at her as he coldly snorted and ignored her.
Seeing that Tang Xiu kept silent, the middle-aged woman thought that Tang Xiu had a guilty conscience. She suddenly turned more arrogant as her words becoming harsher, “Turned silent, eh? How’s my words? Feeling to have disgraced yourself? I advise you not to think about moving your mother to other wards. There’s no need to make you look great by putting up another act to slap yourself. Much less that your mother is injured now. If you do have a filial piety, don’t toss her around. Young man! A youth without facial hair cannot be relied upon! You’re really resembling this proverb.”
Finally, Tang Xiu stopped his action. He looked at the middle-aged man who was half sitting on the sickbed, reading the newspaper. Then, he lightly replied, “Do you believe that I can make the hospital to kick your man out? Have I spoken incorrectly? He’s your man, isn’t he?”
