The servant went to open the door.
The moment the door opened,
a large group of bodyguards in black surged in.
They were wearing suits, expressionless, standing in a row.
Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to this sudden event.
Su Yan also turned her head to look and saw Hong Ye pushing a wheelchair inside.
Feng Rong was in hospital attire, sitting in the wheelchair.
A pure white blanket covered his legs.
His hands rested on the white blanket, and his previously lowered head was raised.
His dark eyes swept over everyone present.
His gaze landed on Feng Guoyuan sitting on the sofa.
Feng Rong raised his hand, placing his arm on the wheelchair's armrest, supporting his forehead.
He seemed somewhat relaxed.
"So my father is here too."
Compared to Feng Rong's relaxation,
Feng Guoyuan was initially taken aback upon seeing Feng Rong.
Then his expression became complicated, his hands folded together, his back leaning back.
