A baby is cradled in his arms, surrounded by a group of bodyguards standing damp around him.
The official was greatly surprised, "Mr. Gu, what happened to your legs?"
He actually wanted to ask: Why are you in a wheelchair?
The reporters accompanying him imdiately aid their caras at him. Reporters are animals with sharp senses; they recalled so gossip heard privately over the past few months, saying the Sect Leader of the Gu Family had fallen seriously ill, was paralyzed, and now seeing this man in a wheelchair with a bare chest, wow, isn’t this explosive news?
This man, who has always been very low-key in front of the dia, actually can’t stand on his own legs?
They rember the only ti he made a high-profile appearance in the dia was when he proposed to his fiancée. On that occasion, all invited dia were internationally renowned, while they, as local dia, couldn’t even get an invitation!
Microphones sward in:
"Mr. Gu, we heard you fell seriously ill. What is your current health condition?"
"Mr. Gu, what happened to your legs? Why are you in a wheelchair? How are you feeling now?"
"Mr. Gu, can you reveal what illness you have?"
"Mr. Gu, what just happened? Did soone fall into the water? Who? With your fiancée?"
"Mr. Gu, the child in your arms, is it your child? Is it the child your fiancée bore for you? When are you getting married?"
"..."
Countless questions ca one after another.
A group of bodyguards imdiately drove the reporters away, eager to smash their caras and photographic equipnt on the spot. But with many bystanders present and an official there, overdoing it could make things get out of hand and hard to control.
The bodyguards could only block the caras with their bodies, "Sorry, our Mr. Gu won’t be giving interviews!"
However, the reporters didn’t care, standing on tiptoe and loudly questioning, "Mr. Gu, what is your current situation, can you say a few words? Can you say a few words please?"
The official slowly walked in front of Gu Shaocheng, his gaze filled with surprise and pity, with a touch of sympathy. Just standing in front of him, his height was already an obvious advantage, making one feel very uncomfortable.
"Mr. Gu, what happened to your legs?"
Having imagined thousands of ways this exposure could happen, Gu Shaocheng would never have dread that it would be in such a manner—bare-chested, sitting in a wheelchair, exposed at the bridge before the public.
If he didn’t give interviews now and instead avoided quickly leaving, then this lifeti of pride and inherent dignity would be utterly trampled at this mont!
After a brief thirty-second mont of thought, his face, still showing concern for his son and wife, blossod with a smile that wouldn’t be trampled, gentle yet assertive. Despite the disabled posture in the wheelchair, as Nan Baihao said, there wasn’t a hint of inferiority on him, with limitless confidence and boldness fused on his perfect face, exuding an enchanting aura.
With a wave of his hand, he motioned for the bodyguards to stand aside.
Then, facing the official and the swarming caras, he calmly said:
"My legs, temporarily can’t stand up, not completely paralyzed." He glanced over the crowd, his stunning visage carrying a slight sneer, "Just temporary!"
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