"Dean Ji, Dean Ji, I just drank too much water..."
The security guard felt a trace of embarrassment as Ji Ankang looked at him, his face pale.
"Hmph, useless! And how many times have I told you to call me Dean Ankang, or simply call me Dean. 'Dean Ji, Dean Ji'—how unpleasant!"
Ji Ankang snorted angrily. Actually, his trousers were also a bit damp; had he not gone to the bathroom ten minutes ago, he might not have been much better off than the security guard.
"Why are you all standing around? Follow me to check on Young Master Yang."
Ji Ankang took a few steps forward, noticed no one following, and then stopped to shout angrily.
"Yes, Dean."
A group of security guards answered hurriedly.
"Young Master Yang..."
Seeing Yang Buqun's corpse on the hospital bed, Ji Ankang's face turned pale instantly. Although he had already expected this, actually witnessing the scene still made his legs tremble uncontrollably.
