Li Chengyun rose to his feet, tall and straight, casting slanted shadows across the Banquet Hall under the lights. His handsome face was half illuminated and half obscured in the light, appearing quiet and indifferent, like a phantom or a god descending from the heavens.
Everyone was shocked. Wasn't he supposed to be disabled in the legs? How could he stand up!
Yu Jingrong was also slightly surprised. Li Chengyun had always been pretending, so why did he suddenly stop? Was he provoked by these people?
Since when did he become so impatient? He had been pretending for so long, how could he abandon all his previous efforts at this time?
And witnessing this scene, Aunt Cui felt a shiver of excitement. It was really too good; Li Chengyun had finally been forced to reveal his true self.
But then, she felt something was not quite right.
Yet, what that unease was exactly, she could not figure out.
