"Can I have the honor of having this dance with you, milady?" A hand suddenly appeared in front of her. It was obvious from just one look that it was well-groomed. Yun Xiangxiang raised her head and looked at the person in front of her.
He was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. His short haircut was stylish. He had handsome features and looked elegant. He had the noble air of an English gentleman. The azure tuxedo he wore was obviously bespoke. The watch he was wearing was at least double the worth of Fang Nanyuan's!
"Sorry, I don't really know how to dance." Yun Xiangxiang unequivocally rejected him.
Who knew which family this young master belonged to. She didn't want to have anything to do with the people of this level.
