Within the hospital room, there was not only a suffocating atmosphere but also a thread of chilling coldness intertwined in it!
Hu Zhimin's face appeared extremely ashen, his eyes almost ablaze with fire.
He, Hu Zhimin, had only one son, Hu Yuanbin. Now that his son had been beaten to the point of having both legs and feet broken, the fury in his heart was imaginable.
At this moment, he wished he could immediately dismember Ye Xunhuan, but the sliver of reason left in his heart reminded him that he needed to stay calm.
After all, Ye Xunhuan was no ordinary commoner that he could trifle with at will.
Ye Xunhuan was a marshal, and the Qin family's grandson!
Moreover, he was very aware of Weng Jianbo's involvement during the Lin family incident.
Even his superior had to clean up after Ye Xunhuan. Hu Zhimin knew very well that clashing head-on with Ye Xunhuan would not end well for him.
So he slowly suppressed the anger in his heart.
