C145 No Matter How Powerful You Are You're Still My Son!

"Achoo!"

Yang Ming sneezed as he pushed open the hospital room door.

A brisk, cold wind hit him in the face, making him shiver involuntarily.

"Who's talking about me behind my back now?" Yang Ming grumbled to himself.

"Is everyone gone?"

Looking up, he locked eyes with his mother, Lau Suqing, and nodded. "Yeah, they've all left."

"Son, come here. I need to talk to you," Lau Suqing said