Yu Xiuzhun eyed her, and could guess from her expression who was calling.
Leaning forward, he closed in on Qin Youxuan, a smirk playing on his lips, "What if I changed my mind and don't want compensation, but just want you to dance with me? How about that?"
"You're sick."
Qin Youxuan responded without a second thought.
Stroking her pregnant belly, "Sir, I think your eyes must be failing, do you think I can still dance with you right now? Are you lacking a dance partner or common sense?"
"Pfft—"
As Qin Youxuan finished speaking, several people behind Yu Xiuzhun couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Meeting the man's darkened gaze, they quickly covered their mouths.
Yu Xiuzhun had spoken on a whim, having forgotten that she was pregnant and indeed could not dance.
Although mocked by Qin Youxuan, he didn't fly off the handle; his profound demeanor made it hard to discern what he actually wanted.
