The man instinctively took two steps back, looking uneasily at Fu Nancheng.
Fu Nancheng's expression darkened as he grabbed her hand, saying, "He doesn't want to dance with you."
Unwilling to give up, Qiao Mo moved towards another man, but with Fu Nancheng by her side, no one dared to agree.
After circling around a few times, she finally fell into his arms, laughing extravagantly, "So many people, anyone would do, but I just don't want to dance with you, what to do..."
His thin lips pressed lightly together, he said nothing.
Qiao Mo complained discontentedly, "Look, as soon as you appear, no one dares to dance with me."
The music in the dance floor started at the right time, and Qiao Mo grasped his large hand with a bit of greed.
His hand was still so warm, but after all these years, it felt so unfamiliar.
He remained silent, leading her in a gentle spin across the dance floor, and she couldn't help but follow his rhythm.
