In the hospital corridor, with its piercingly cold lights, the gale and heavy rain outside made the interior feel even quieter and more sinister.
"Mr. Tang... Mr. Tang?"
The man sized up the two people, clearly not recognizing them. His gaze passed over them and landed on the nearby ward; his pupils instantly narrowed, and he strode forward.
"Hey, Mr. Tang, you—" Both became dumbfounded with fear. How the hell were they supposed to stop him?
The girl's real father had returned.
The corridor was only so wide, with the two of them standing side by side in the midst, arms extended to block the way.
"Move aside!"
His voice was extremely cold, frightening the two, who could only move aside resentfully, while his assistant, with his great strides, was almost jogging just to keep up.
Upon reaching the door of the ward, he halted.