"You..."
Gao Xing was infuriated by Lin Mu's tone. "Lin Mu, you may be President Qin's husband, but this is a hospital!"
Lin Mu let go of Qin Luoli's hand, stood up, and walked toward Gao Xing.
"What do you want?" Gao Xing's complexion paled, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.
"What do I want?" Lin Mu's voice was like a winter gale, devoid of any emotion. "Don't you have any idea what you've done?"
"What do you mean?" Gao Xing raged. "Do you think President Qin ended up like this because of me? Lin Mu, let me tell you the truth, you aren't worthy of President Qin!"
"Whether I'm worthy or not isn't for you to decide," Lin Mu said flatly. "But you dared to make a move on my woman. For that, I can't let you go."
The words had barely left his mouth when Lin Mu seized one of Gao Xing's hands and dislocated his arm with a sharp tug.
"ARGH!" Gao Xing shrieked, his face twisting in agony.
