My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

s trying to figure out the answer, but still couldn’t.

Meanwhile.

Feng Zixuan, who left home, drove to the florist first.
After buying a bouquet of flowers, he went to a hospital.

“Knock, knock.”

Feng Zixuan raised his hand and knocked gently on the door of the ward.
There was no expression on his gentle and elegant face, but there was an inexplicable excitement flashing in his eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

Ye Guozhi opened the door of the ward and his expression immediately turned cold when he saw that it was Feng Zixuan.

Apparently, he didn’t welcome Feng Zixuan at all.

“To visit Auntie, of course.”

Feng Zixuan glanced at him and then looked past him at Wang Huiying, who had become a brain-dead person in the hospital bed.

“The Ye family doesn’t welcome you.
Get out of here!”

Feng Kun even resented his daughter, so he certainly wouldn’t not resent this culprit in front of him.

If Feng Zixuan hadn’t abandoned his daughter all of a sudden, his wife wouldn’t have been pushed onto the road by his daughter, who was muddled by love, and his wife wouldn’t have become a brain-dead person!

So, even if he wouldn’t take revenge on Feng Zixuan, he definitely wouldn’t want to see him either.

“Hang on.”

Feng Zixuan raised his hand and blocked the door that Ye Guozhi wanted to close.
There was a hint of coldness in his creepy eyes.
“I told you, I’m here to see Auntie.”

As soon as Feng Zixuan finished talking, he pushed Ye Guozhi away before he could react.

Ye Guozhi was caught off guard and he was almost pushed to the ground.
His already bad expression immediately turned extremely sullen.

“Feng Zixuan! I said the Ye family doesn’t welcome you, you bastard.
Get out!”

Ye Guozhi reached out and wanted to grab Feng Zixuan’s arm, dragging him out.

However, Feng Zixuan flicked his hand away rudely and even kicked him in the stomach.