To avoid making a disturbance, the next second, Zhao Lang directly hoisted Jiang Cheng.
Hanging mid-air, Jiang Cheng was utterly dumbfounded, feeling uncomfortable if he stayed still, yet fearful that Zhao Lang would drop him if he moved, in which case he reckoned he'd genuinely end up a cripple.
So, for the sake of his life, he chose to remain motionless, turning completely stiff.
He was quite tall to begin with, and so was Zhao Lang, both standing at 187 cm, looking exactly like the X-Y axis when crisscrossed.
Jiang Li couldn't help but snort with laughter for a moment before stifling it back.
The live broadcast, however, erupted in laughter again.
[HAHAHAHA The Crown Prince looks like he's carrying a cannon on his back HAHAHAHA.]
[Jiang Cheng: Just ask yourself, do you dare to move?]
[HAHAHAHA Jiang Cheng is stiffer than a utility pole in front of my house.]
[I can't take it anymore, the scene is too beautiful, it's unbearable to watch.]
