Han Xu stopped in his tracks. "I have something to discuss with Mr. Chi. Let me in."
Zhang Jianci laughed, "You want to talk, but my boss might not want to listen. Besides, if you want to go in, just go in. Do you think this is your backyard?"
Qin Zhen ordered coldly, "Let us in."
Zhang Jianci glanced at him, "Tsk tsk, President Qin, you're in a wheelchair now, yet you're still wandering around. Aren't you afraid your old injury might not hold up, or you might get a new one? Can your small frame endure that? Who do you think you are?"
Qin Zhen's face darkened, "Are you provoking me?"
"If you want to interpret it that way, I won't stop you! After all, it's not like I invited you here..." Zhang Jianci stood crookedly, looking indifferent.
However, the air was thick with tension.
"Let them in," Chi Ming's voice came from inside the ward.
