"I'm just a passerby, but I'm a bit puzzled by what you two were saying. Why can't this gentleman come here?"
Mr. Ma's eyes harbored a deepening chill as he looked at the expressions on their faces. His hand clenched secretly beneath the table, but his voice remained indifferent.
"Old man, this has nothing to do with you. Go about your business, or else I'll make sure you won't even be able to stay in the hospital."
Qian Xiaojie's patience waned further as he waved his hand dismissively, thinking Mr. Ma was just a nouveau riche or perhaps a so-called high-income white-collar worker with some status beneath him, given his calm demeanor.
"Very well, 'I' won't even be able to stay in the hospital!"
Hearing Qian Xiaojie's discourteous words, Mr. Ma felt as if his lungs were about to burst with rage!
