The man stood in front of a row of helicopters with his back to the sun. His tall and stalwart figure was exceptionally eye-catching.
Even though his deep and three-dimensional facial features revealed a shallow illness, just looking at his powerful aura, he did not feel like a patient with terminal brain cancer at all.
He was actually the war sun Suan ni.
Ruan Mengmeng, who was carrying the child and standing behind them, could not help but squint her almond-shaped eyes. She did not expect that Zhan Yang would actually be willing to personally come out of the hospital to rescue Zhan Jia 'er.
"Zhan Yang, this is the Li family's residence. You brought so many outsiders with you and parked the helicopter in our garden. Isn't that a little too much?" Old master Li, who was the oldest and most senior person present, stood up at this time.
He had to stand up.
