In a sanatorium in the suburbs of Qing City.
Uncle Chi stood in front of the door and looked at Zhan Haoze with disapproval in his eyes.
"Young Master, now that the Zhan family is in your hands, why do you --"
"Get out of the way." Zhan Haoze's voice was very aloof. He looked at Uncle Chi, who was standing in front of him with an ice-cold gaze.
Feeling extremely regretful at this moment, Uncle Chi gritted his teeth. He still wanted to stop Zhan Haoze, but the people around Zhan Haoze had already held him up.
Just like that, Zhan Haoze pushed open the door behind him and walked in.
The room inside was very nice. It didn't look like an ordinary senior care facility. The room was very large, with a bed in the middle. Zhan Kun was currently sleeping on the bed. A wheelchair was placed next to the bed.
