Jiang Yutang winced, his expression changing slightly.
Ye Liangyan had some mental preparation, yet she was still frightened by the man's crude and aggressive manner.
In a panic, she squatted beside Jiang Yutang, gently placing her hands on his injured left leg to check it, and saw a large footprint on the white cast.
Just thinking about it made her feel how painful that kick must have been!
She suddenly stood up, her gaze coldly fixed on the man for a moment, "Sir, I don't care what you were feeling, but Mr. Jiang's left leg is injured right now and can't withstand such force… Please, enough is enough!"
Because she was so angry, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her icy, forceful words took both men in the hospital room by surprise.
The man's eyes narrowed with a cold glare. Damn it, where did this little girl come from, taking it upon herself to lecture me?
