The white shirt, with two buttons undone at the collar, paired with textured suit pants and deep brown shoes, glowed even in this dim light.
The black coat worn casually...
He appeared just like that, sitting in a wheelchair, his face more gaunt than before, yet it didn't diminish the innate kingly aura of this man.
Eyes were dark and deep, revealing no emotion, yet fixed intently on Wu Rong.
In that instant, Wu Rong's expression of extreme fear was extraordinarily captivating to Yin Shixiu and Su Xiaomeng who was pushing the wheelchair.
Yin Shixiu's face, devoid of emotion, curved into a subtle smile upon seeing such an expression.
But just that one curve, it threw Wu Rong's heart into instant chaos!
The perpetual sense of crisis and uncontrollable anxiety this man had been imposing on him broke through his mind countless times!
Such a smile, it seemed everything was under his control, and others could only obediently act as puppets swayed by his whims...
