"Alright, Elder Sister Yaoyao, can you do me a favor and dance with me?" Beitang Lie stretched out his hand elegantly and made an inviting gesture.
Pei Yao looked at him. For some reason, her face was burning hot. She muttered, "We're on a mission, how can we dance?"
"Maybe Zou Xingxing is on the dance floor? Don't worry, we're just sneaking a short break. No one will notice us." After saying this, Beitang Lie's hand moved towards her.
Pei Yao looked at his outstretched hand. As if bewitched, she slowly reached for it.
Just as their palms were about to make contact, a muffled thud came from the dance floor, followed by a woman's scream.
"Ah! Help! Is there a doctor? Save my husband!"
The two of them turned to look at the dance floor and saw a middle-aged man lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth. His eyes were rolled back and he was twitching continuously. His face was flushed red as if he was about to die.
