Brandon turned around, and his smile instantly disappeared without a trace. His gaze also became cold.
His tone was indifferent as he said, "So it's Mr. Randolph. You're in your sixties this year, right? Are you here for treatment? I wonder what illness you have. Is it treatable? If it can't be treated, please don't be sad. Prepare for your funeral early."
"You..." Mason Randolph was so angry that his face turned ashen. He sneered repeatedly and said, "You really haven't changed at all. You are sharp-tongued and use biting words when you speak, never showing humility and courtesy to your elders. I really don't know how your family raised you."
"Not at all. I've learned everything from you," Brandon smiled. "You deserve to be treated like this by me."
"You..." Mason was furious. "This is a high-end private hospital. How can someone like you be allowed to come in and sell things? I'm going to protest to the hospital and have you kicked out."
