Xia Weibao sneered, dancing a classical dance in front of someone from ancient times, was like courting death!
Xu Jiayang was somewhat worried.
At the same time, he was also somewhat puzzled.
Although he had not known Xia Weibao for long, he knew she was a calm and decisive person who would not act without certainty.
Clearly, the people on Lin Mier's side were provoking her, wanting her to make a fool of herself.
Why would she agree?
Could it be...
Soon, Xu Jiayang had his answer.
As Xia Weibao slowly began to dance, the entire private room fell silent.
She lowered her head slightly, and as she slowly raised it, her beautiful eyes seemed to flow.
In that moment, everyone suddenly understood what it meant to be so stunning as to stand alone in an age, breathtakingly beautiful.
Her hands fluttered softly, supple as if boneless.
Her waist pressed down like willows, graceful as flowing clouds and water.
