Just as the three of them were caught in an awkward situation, Ji Ziming's hand was suddenly grabbed by a slender hand. Everyone's eyes turned to the owner of this hand. She was wearing a scribbled fox mask, which accentuated her exquisite figure, and a sparkling floor-length dress that wrapped around her hips. Under the dazzling lights, she looked sexy and charming.
Just as she was guessing, she spoke. It was si linna's familiar voice.
"President Ji, didn't you say that you'd dance with me for the first time? Why did you secretly go back on your word? I'm really not happy about this!" As she said that, she gently brushed her thumb across his thin lips.
For some reason, when she saw si linna being so intimate with Ji Ziming, she turned her head away slightly, feeling upset. Actually, she knew that he was a frivolous and boastful person, but she still found it hard to accept when she actually saw it.
