Nangong Jue didn't stop her this time. He just looked at Le Yao's back thoughtfully. In the end, the pain in his toes brought him back to his senses and he hurriedly left the dance floor.
After Le Yao returned, she quickly left with Qiao Qiao and the others.
"What did you say to that bastard?" After getting into the car, Qiao Qiao glanced at Le Yao. She had felt that something was wrong with this woman since she returned from the dance.
"Nothing." Le Yao shook her head. She didn't know what to say. Was she really going to tell Qiao Qiao that she wasn't Han Binglan? What if she couldn't accept it?
Therefore, it was better for her to keep it to herself. She couldn't tell anyone about her secret of transmigration.
From the moment she entered the book, she was Han Binglan.
Qiao Qiao didn't ask further. Instead, she patted her hand. "Let nature take its course. Sometimes, it's more haste and less speed."
