At the edge of the banquet hall, Sun Xi sat in his wheelchair, calmly watching the guests in the hall chatting and laughing. His parents, his future in-laws, all wore satisfied and appropriate smiles on their faces, and for a moment, he felt helpless.
"Changsheng, get me a glass of water."
Changsheng thought that with so many people, nothing would happen to the young master, so he answered quickly and left.
Just then, the small chandelier overhead suddenly fell down, striking straight at Sun Xi's head. The chandelier plummeted quickly in his eyes, and his pupils were cold as ice.
This unexpected event stunned everyone. That lamp was entirely made of glass, and if it fell, it would be fatal. Young Master Sun couldn't walk; it seemed inauspicious.
Fan Weiying saw this scene, her eyes widened instantly. She broke free from Yun Ya's hand and dashed forward.
