"I may have money, but it's my money. You'd better give back what belongs to my brother honestly, or don't blame me for using my power to bully you," said An Lan without any hesitation.
The old lady lowered her head in fear, not in the mood to argue with these people. Most people in the countryside are simple and honest, but there are always a few that spoil everything, like a single mouse ruining a whole pot of soup. She gently patted An Xuan's arm, "Let's hurry to the hospital. As for the rest, we can deal with it when we come back."
An Xuan nodded. Huo Zhanting had arranged for a motorcade to be ready even before they boarded the plane, so in no time, six black sedans kicked up a cloud of dust and successfully pushed back the crowd of onlookers. An Lan and the others got into the cars and headed for the hospital.
As soon as they arrived at the hospital's inpatient department, they heard a noisy argument coming from downstairs.