What a shameless and despicable act.
Once again, she ignored Qiaoxu's question and turned to Lu Moqing, speaking softly:
"Brother Moqing, may I ask you for a dance?"
Lu Moqing ignored her and didn't even bother to glance at her. Instead, he was playing with the fingers of his own wife attentively.
Seeing that Lu Moqing didn't pay attention to her, the gazes of the people around her seemed to hold a hint of ridicule. Yan Yufei's heart shuddered slightly.
As if risking everything, she asked once more -
"Brother Moqing, can I please ask you for a dance?"
While speaking, she fearlessly tried to pull Lu Moqing's sleeve.
The next second, she was impatiently shaken off by Lu Moqing.
"Miss Yan, if you don't have self-respect or self-awareness, what makes you qualified to speak with me?"
Upon hearing Lu Moqing's words, Qiaoxu couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Yan Yufei's face instantly froze.
