It seemed that he sensed the thoughts of those around him, as Yan Wang, sitting in the wheelchair, suddenly raised his head and locked gazes with the camera for a moment.
His beautiful eyes seemed to be tinged with a chill, exuding an intimidating aura.
Even the seasoned photography crew was taken aback by Yan Wang's piercing gaze.
The next second, the little guy picked up a plate of sandwiches from the table and glided over in his wheelchair.
Che Ting was stumbling over her words, as if she wanted to explain something. But then she thought, no, that's not right! The little guy couldn't see the live chat; how could he know what everyone else was saying?
Yan Wang didn't speak, simply raising his hand to offer the plate to the people around him.
He said not a word, but his expression was like an invitation to a feast.
"Uh—we've all eaten already."
Yan Wang was delicately handsome, and his perfect face was enlarged on the camera without a single flaw, stunning to behold!
