It must be known that the photographs circulating in the market of Master Liam are the epitome of beauty.
Though there are only two or three, they drive people wild.
But after seeing him in person, one realizes those photos fail to capture Master Liam's noble and extraordinary presence, like minor sorcery before true magic.
The man before us is handsome, dignified, tall, and erect, exuding an aura of authority, a born emperor gazing down upon the world.
The women blushed and lowered their heads because the head nurse had already warned them not to get too close to Master Liam, so they stepped back a few paces, standing four or five meters away from him…
Liam Yancey held an ice pack in his hand as he sat on the edge of the bed, personally applying it to Four's forehead. As the cold sensation touched his skin, the little boy furrowed his brow but didn't awaken.
