Hatred Soaring Endlessly

"Get lost!" Mo Yongheng darted a glance at Qi Yan and muttered in annoyance.

He had more important things to attend to today and had no time to listen to his nonsense.

"The elderly head is now my patient. I didn't say that he's up for visiting. Even if he's awake now, you can't see him." Qi Yan was bent on making Mo Yongheng upset and taking back his revenge for their previous feud.

Seeing that Mo Yongheng's face had darkened, the corner of his lips curled into a devilish smile.

"Why, you want to start a fight with me? Bring it on. Anyway, as long as I'm here, no one can go in to see the elderly head!"

Qi Yan was obviously not joking.

Given what he was capable of, as well as all the bodyguards around them whom Mo Chengliang had arranged, even Mo Yongheng could not barge in without his permission.

Since Mo Yongheng was here today to plead understanding from the elderly head, how could he actually stir up trouble?