This was the first time he saw Song Fengwan dance. Her waist was twisting very vigorously.
When the two of them were together, Song Fengwan would always complain that her waist hurt and swelled, making him not dare to go overboard. After all, she was still young, so he didn't dare to go too far.
So, she still had this skill up her sleeve?
Little girl, just you wait.
I dare you to complain again tonight.
As a sponsor, Jiang Ershao would definitely be here too. Sitting below the stage, he watched the show, his blood boiling. If not for the leaders of the art school sitting around him, he would have jumped up and cheered.
He could only tell himself that he had to be reserved, endure, and take his face into consideration.
But in the latter half of the dance, he still jumped up. The people sitting around him were all elderly professors. They looked at him as if they were looking at someone mentally handicapped.
