Under the warm light, pairs of young men and women entered the dance floor, the skin-to-skin contact just perfect, and the atmosphere in the dance floor heated up gradually.
Rong He adjusted his suit, coughed, and walked over to Bai Chuwei, extending his hand, "Ancestor, let's dance."
Rong He, aged twenty-one, was the youngest of all the Family Heads of the eight major families.
Duan Feihan glanced over, heh, a newbie greener than him had arrived.
Bai Chuwei flicked her dark hair and spoke with feigned decrepitude, "Forget it, I'll spare everyone the sight of my old arms and legs flailing about."
Rong He: "..."
Rong He stared at Bai Chuwei's flawless, luminous face and fell silent.
Old arms and legs?
You can out-party anyone. You had no problem dealing with Chen Jun just now.
But Rong He had prepared for this. Without an elder to invite, he turned around to invite a young lady of status to dance.
Duan Xingye kept signaling to his uncle, go for it!
