Naturally, Mu Ling wanted to assess Ye Fei's character.
Although Ye Ningsuan had always spoken highly of him, Mu Ling couldn't afford to be careless for her daughter's sake.
In a wealthy family like the Ye's, it was all too easy for spoiled rich kids to emerge.
Who was to say that this young man was merely putting on a good show, and that his aunt's favoritism had blinded her to his true nature?
With Ye Fei's standard invitation gesture, Mu Ling extended her right hand to him. She gracefully rose to her feet as he led her into the dance floor.
One hand holding Mu Ling's small hand, the other gently resting on her slender waist, Ye Fei guided her into a slow dance.
Although he hadn't deliberately practiced dancing, it was far simpler than martial arts techniques.
For someone who could master martial arts so effortlessly, dancing was a piece of cake.
