The dance was breathtakingly beautiful, yet it mysteriously carried a hint of ruthlessness.
The person on the stage gracefully lowered their head, the colorful skirt fluttering layfully behind her, furthermore, she bent without lowering her head, raised it even when bowing. Even from a great distance, all could clearly discern the regality in An Xiangrong's eyes.
"Wonderful!"
Applause suddenly erupted, the first person to clap was none other than Huo Beichen who was leaning back on the sofa.
An Xiangrong picked up her bracelet from the ground, putting it back on her wrist, then turned to look at the man on the sofa. "Mr. Huo, I hope my performance pleased you."
"It was decent."
Meeting Mu Yan's fiery gaze, Huo Beichen casually responded.
"Then, how about you accompany me on a little trip?"
Upon hearing Huo Beichen's remark, Mu Yan glared coldly. But the man on the sofa stood up, laughed and asked, "Why should I leave with you?"
"What did you say?"
