The sound in the corridor had just risen when the black-clad bodyguards at the door swiftly moved to protect Le Jianxing in the center, their faces vigilant as they looked toward the source of the sound.
"Hahaha..."
A burst of laughter echoed from the end of the corridor, and then a young man, about twenty years old, was striding toward them.
"Who are you? This is an exclusive hospital ward; no outsiders are allowed!" Seeing the youth clad in street bazaar goods brazenly charging over, Le Sishu grew suspicious and shouted loudly.
However, the young man seemed to treat him like air, his rebuke falling on deaf ears as he continued to approach.
"Stop him!"
Le Sishu could be considered half a steward for the Le Family, spending years following Le Jianxing, naturally adopting some of the domineering air of a wealthy businessman.
Seeing the young man ignore him, Le Sishu's face turned cold and he gestured to the bodyguards with a wave of his hand.
