Little Mr. Yan was lying on his mother's chest and looking out of the restaurant's glass windows, his eyes bright and lively.
"Stop looking." Qiao Aiyun tried to turn her son's head around and tease him with a toy. At first, the little fellow was staring at the toy, but then he turned around to look outside again.
Why does a half-grown child like to watch the show?
At this moment, Yan Wangchuan was standing in front of the reporters. They were holding a camera, but they were suddenly too timid to take photos.
"Why aren't you taking any more pictures? Continue." Yan Wangchuan reached out and pulled down the zipper of his down jacket.
There wasn't much news about Yan Wangchuan, but the matter of him beating up Qiao Aiyun's ex-husband had caused a huge commotion. Everyone knew that this person…
… was very ruthless.
For a moment, no one dared to move forward.
