It's uncle ya's fault again

"Let's go and take a look. "

Zheng Ren was a little impatient and repeated himself.

Director sun calmed himself down, opened the door, and walked out.

"Feng, you ..."

"It's fine. The box isn't heavy. " Feng Xuhui said.

Zheng Ren nodded and was not too polite with Feng Xuhui.

When they arrived at the ICU floor, the elevator door opened, and the air outside was filled with smoke.

"That old fart is here!" A hooligan-like young man saw director sun coming out of the elevator and shouted loudly.

Immediately, a few people with cigarettes in their mouths surrounded him.

Zheng Ren was filled with disgust. He took half a step forward and blocked director sun.

"Little B * stard, get out of the way!"

"Don't mind me, brothers. " Su Yun chuckled as she walked up to him.

Feng Xuhui facepalmed. He guessed that these people were done for.