Han Cheng and the two other men only practiced social dances. As for street dancing, they only knew a little. They did not dare to show it, let alone dance with Han Binglan.
The outcome was obvious. It ended with Han Cheng and the other two men admitting defeat awkwardly.
Han Binglan heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she was the one standing here today after transmigrating. If it were the original Le Yao, she would probably be in a difficult position.
As the eldest grandson's wife of the Han family, Han Ye's wife also became a topic of discussion in the upper-class society at this moment. Of course, it also slapped the faces of the other people in the Han family who wanted to embarrass Han Ye.
"Thank you." Han Ye held Han Binglan's hand and left the manor.
"There's no need. We have an agreement. I'm doing this for myself." Han Binglan smiled and retracted her hand. "Since there's nothing else, go back. I'm tired."
