Song Tianmo walked out of the ward, briskly strolled into the elevator, his eyebrows furrowed. He raised his hand to rub the space between his brows.
Once he'd left the hospital, he headed straight towards the parking lot, opened the car door, and was about to step in, when a tall, slender figure gracefully oriented herself towards him from one side and called out to halt him.
"Mr. Song."
The handsome eyes of Song Tianmo narrowed slightly as he looked at the approaching figure. His expression was cold and stern, his eyes deep and icy, indicating his apparent mood was not quite good.
On the 17th floor of the VIP wards.
Old Master Song had been standing in front of the window, fuming all by himself.
His son, daughter-in-law, and even the physician Liu Shao Xuan had all been banished out due to his foul temper.
Of course, the reason his son, Song Zi Jian, had complied so readily was due to a dictate from Old Master Song.
He was hungry and wanted something to eat.