In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yuying had run off without a trace.
Wang Zihao still had his hand stretched out blankly in midair, and he had yet to fully process what had happened.
"Wh-what was that?"
The entire hall fell silent as well. The relatives looked at one another, having no idea what had happened.
"Miss... Miss Zhang, this way, please, this way." Wang Zihao's mother had no time to dwell on anything else and could only hurriedly usher Zhang Yang over.
"Thank you, Auntie." Zhang Yang nodded and walked straight over to sit at the table.
The relatives around them watched Zhang Yang in hushed silence, scarcely daring to breathe.
He really was... irresistibly charming.
Just sitting there, he effortlessly drew the focus of everyone's gaze.
Some of them had met Zhang Yang once in the hospital room that day, while others were seeing him for the first time. There were no real secrets among relatives, and by now, they had all vaguely heard something. They all knew that he was someone extraordinarily capable.
"See? I told you my brother's girlfriend's little brother was ridiculously handsome—he totally blows all those top idols out of the water. Do you believe me now?" A girl who had met Zhang Yang that morning tugged at the girl beside her and whispered.
"How was I supposed to know he'd be this handsome? Oh my God." The girl beside her sucked in a breath, unable to stop herself from sneaking glances at him.
What a dazzlingly handsome man.
She had always thought those perfect male leads described in novels were absurd, that such people couldn't possibly exist in real life. But wasn't the man before her a male lead who had walked straight out of a novel?
For a while, several girls