Looking at the bewildered faces, Ling Chengyan wanted to laugh but held back.
She asked Zhang Wanxiang to browse the channels, and he actually found a channel broadcasting the news.
"According to Huaxin News Agency..."
As soon as the standard broadcaster voice came out, the crowd went wild with excitement, their eyes glued and ears perked up, while talking to the person next to them.
"Hey, there really are people!"
"This is Beijing, Beijing, I saw T, A Gate... how come it's gone? I haven't seen the leader yet!"
"I saw it..."
Ling Chengyan held back her laughter: "That's a photo."
Everyone laughed, but they weren't willing to look away, afraid to miss a single frame.
