Just then, Qingkong Yuezhang walked over, accompanied by Bai Tianfeng, Qingkong Lanxi, Qingkong Xuanlang, and ten bodyguards.
Qingkong Yuezhang asked, "Young brother, are you the owner of the Bi Lan Bi Yan?"
Ming Zhi Tian glanced at him. "Yes, so what? No, so what?"
Uncle Feng couldn't help but get angry. "Youngster, please answer the family head's question seriously."
Ming Zhi Tian smiled again. "Why should I answer? Goodbye."
Saying that, he was about to leave. Uncle Feng stood firmly, showing no intention of moving aside, at least not until Ming Zhi Tian answered the question.
Uncle Feng smiled faintly. At this moment, he seemed to realize that based on Ming Zhi Tian's attire, he didn't look like someone with a family background. A young master who cared about appearances wouldn't dress like this.
Uncle Feng's voice turned cold. "Kid, do you think you can leave?"
Ming Zhi Tian also turned cold. "So, you're going to resort to force?"
Uncle Feng straightened his chest. "You can interpret it that way."
Ming Zhi Tian smiled and looked back at Fan Miaomiao. "Miaomiao, I'm very disappointed in you. Don't invite me to such banquets next time. These people are very unfriendly."
Fan Miaomiao didn't know what to say. She felt somewhat guilty, not expecting the Qingkong family, with their wealth and influence, to make a move against her friend.
Ming Zhi Tian immediately put away his smile and gently picked up Xiao Hong with his left hand. "Xiao Hong, be good, close your eyes. Big brother will take you soaring."
Xiao Hong blinked her big eyes, then obediently said "Mm," and closed her eyes.
Ming Zhi Tian said, "If I want to leave, none of you can stop me!"
With a "swish!" sound, Ming Zhi Tian broke through Uncle Feng's defense and rushed out directly.
Uncle Feng swept out a palm! Ming Zhi Tian spat out a word: "Scram!"
Uncle Feng was repelled by a punch, retreating six steps before steadying himself. He looked incredulously at the disappearing figure of Ming Zhi Tian.
By then, the guests had already hidden to the side to watch the spectacle. After all, a dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water, let alone a live one.
Uncle Feng walked to Qingkong Yuezhang's side. "I'm sorry, family head, I... I couldn't keep him..."
Qingkong Yuezhang waved his hand, frowning as he looked at the departing back of Ming Zhi Tian, and sighed. "I was too hasty."
Fan Miaomiao strode in her high heels to Qingkong Yuezhang. "Director Qingkong, I'm very unhappy today. You should know why."
Qingkong Yuezhang was taken aback. "Dean Fan... I..."
Fan Miaomiao had already asked a waiter to bring her handbag. She held the designer bag with a queenly air. "No need to say more. From now on, the cooperation between the Qingkong family and my Bo Ren Hospital will end here..."
Fan Miaomiao turned to leave. Qingkong Yuezhang tried to persuade her. "I'm sorry, Dean Fan..."
Fan Miaomiao turned back. "Oh, and by the way, the Qingkong family's VIP card at Bo Ren Hospital is void from today onwards!"
She turned and left dominantly, leaving only an awkward and humiliated Qingkong Yuezhang and a few others, including Uncle Feng.
They hadn't expected that offending Ming Zhi Tian wouldn't be the main issue. The real problem was offending Dean Fan Miaomiao, the number one physician in Miao Hai City.
Fortunately, their family didn't have any serious illnesses requiring surgery at Bo Ren Hospital. Otherwise, Fan Miaomiao would have pulled the oxygen tube out without hesitation. In Qingkong Yuezhang's understanding, Fan Miaomiao was no mere decoration. You could never predict what extreme actions she might take when angry.
And what happened today was just the beginning. It was unimaginable that Fan Miaomiao would offend him, Qingkong Yuezhang, the head of Miao Hai City's foremost family, for a brash young man with no background.