Leng Zhiyuan wanted to take her small hand back, but he used strength to pin her down, and she was unable to break away.
Zhou Yao looked at her extremely chic and grim face, and there was a smile creeping up the corners of his lips. He said, "Who taught you how to dance? My grandfather? He also does not know how to do it well."
"No… Grandfather taught me very well!" she quickly retorted.
It was only because she was too clumsy.
"How many days has it been? You are pretty used to calling him Grandfather already," he said with a laugh.
Leng Zhiyuan realized that she was talking to him again. She snorted and continued to ignore him.
"I will teach you how to dance." He held her small hand tight and used his broad strength to support her and not sprain her ankle. He was patient as he brought her through the steps and allowed her to get accustomed to the tempo of the music.
