In the corridor of the hospital, a tall figure walked forward quickly. He was wearing an exquisitely tailored high-end suit. His face was even more handsome and eye-catching, but the cold aura around him was daunting. Behind him were two bodyguards in black suits with their faces covered.
Many passers-by looked at the three of them with surprise in their eyes. These people were obviously not simple people.
Outside the VIP Ward, Zheng Ziming had one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cigarette. He was leaning against the wall and kicking the ground.
He kept looking at the ward next to him, frowning.
"What are you looking at?" Suddenly, a deep voice came to his ears.
Zheng Ziming was so shocked that he dropped the cigarette in his hand.
He turned his head to look at the handsome and cold man beside him. The corners of his mouth curled up, and he called out in a fawning manner,""Brother Jingcheng, you're here."
