A Slap in the Face

During the charity dinner, Murong Tian had announced that he would leave his daughter in Chen Xiaobei's care.

That's how most of Murong Tian's men came to know him, and along their way inside the ICU building every single one of them had behaved politely towards Chen Xiaobei.

All of them – except the middle-aged guy with a suit and tie, who ignored him completely.

In other words, he was disobeying Murong Tian's order in a manner of speaking. Could this man be plotting something? Chen Xiaobei thought, his first deduction about the man.

However, none of them noticed this small but significant act in the midst of the emergency.

"Let me enter quickly!" Murong Xiaoyao was a girl who cared a lot for those close to her; her eyes were teary as she hurried into the ICU room.

"You're not allowed to in!" The middle-aged man stopped Chen Xiaobei from going in.

"Who are you?" He asked coldly.