"Miss, don't be sad, we will be able to take revenge for Miss Zhiqiu very soon."
Ahu reassured in a soft voice.
Nan Zhifeng didn't speak. She put on a black mask, sunglasses, and a cap and got out of the car. She wanted to wander around the hospital to look at the places where Zhiqiu had been...
The hospital was very small, so small that it only took a few steps before the noise from the outpatient department could be heard. Luo Manhua's voice was especially loud, "You heartless hospital, you killed my daughter, disposed of her body on your own, and even sold my grandson. I will expose you all."
Her tone was filled with extreme anger, and when she quarreled, her voice was loud and spit flew—it was quite imposing.
This role was most fitting for her to play.
Nan Zhifeng turned and walked into the corridor, watching the confrontation from a distance.
