Li Yeqi's steps paused, his hand hanging at his side clenched into a fist. He didn't mean it that way, but he didn't want to explain further, so he continued to walk toward the door.
Just as he lifted his foot, the door to the ward was pushed open from the outside. The President, dressed in a black suit, stood at the entrance, his dignified face appearing as if covered in a layer of frost, staring coldly at Li Yeqi.
Behind him were several bodyguards in black. As a dangerous aura came at him, he didn't dodge it. The next second, a sharp pain came from his abdomen. He stood rigidly, with only a slight furrow of his brows betraying his current suffering, but his figure remained almost motionless, and he did not retaliate.
Han Zheng stared at him with a cold, murderous gaze, "Li Yeqi, what the hell kind of nonsense did you just spout?"
