Ye Feng had just walked out of the restroom when he saw that a middle-aged man wearing a black jacket had entered the hospital room.
Seeing the middle-aged man, the smile on Wen Rou's face solidified, turning ice-cold.
"Xiao Rou, are you alright?"
The middle-aged man first furrowed his brows at Ye Feng, then turned to Wen Rou with a concerned face and asked.
"If you came to see if I were dead, well, now you should know I'm not dead, so you can leave!"
Wen Rou said impatiently, turning her head away.
"Is this how you speak to your dad?" The middle-aged man's eyebrows knotted together.
"I don't have a dad, my dad died when he divorced my mom."
Wen Rou's voice grew even colder.
"You…"
Wen Rou's father was so angry that he was huffing and puffing, but after staring at her, his gaze fell on Ye Feng, a hint of malice in his eyes as he said coldly, "Are you the one that got Xiao Rou hurt?!"
"It wasn't him that hurt me; it was my own doing!"
