At this moment, Qin Aotian's hatred for Lin Xue had surpassed his resentment towards Tang Ming. Tang Ming had only injured his son, but Lin Xue had emasculated him—a grudge that had to be avenged.
"Excuse me."
Just then, a discordant voice suddenly rang out, followed by the sight of a young man in a jacket entering the hospital room without permission.
"Who let you in? Get out!" Qin Haitian roared angrily; they, father and son, were in such a sorry state, and he absolutely did not want outsiders to see them.
"Sorry, I have something to discuss with you."
Lin Canghai smiled faintly and continued walking towards the bed.
"Are you looking for death?"
Qin Haitian was instantly furious and abruptly sprang up, launching a fist towards Lin Canghai's head.
"Sigh," Lin Canghai sighed, raised his leg like lightning, and kicked Qin Haitian in the chest, sending him flying.
"Who are you?"