For quite a while, Ye Che finally squeezed a few words out of his mouth with great difficulty, "Xu Zhiye, don't think that because of your dad, I wouldn't dare to lay a hand on you."
Xu Zhiye did not speak, simply casting him a faint glance. Facing Ye Che's fierce and powerful aura, he did not fall short at all and looked straight into his eyes with his head held high.
The two tall men stood facing each other, one burning with rage, the other holding back his emotions. The clashing of their different feelings under the white light created a suffocating atmosphere.
Xia Weiyi's gaze coldly swept between them and finally, she turned and sat back on the hospital bed. She lifted the blankets and crawled in. There was a small sign standing on the table, which she casually picked up and threw at the feet of the two men who looked like they were about to start throwing punches.
