"What's the matter? Little Qiqi, are you troubled?" Mu's mother, seeing Mu Ziqing's demeanor, couldn't help but squint and chuckle heartily.
Mu Ziqing, upon hearing her grandmother speak this way, felt her face instantly flush with redness.
She sat up straight, her hands nervously intertwined as she nodded twice and hesitantly said, "Grandma... not at all..."
"Not at all?" Mu's mother, her smile brimming with amusement, looked at her.
"Not at all..." Mu Ziqing asserted, shaking her head firmly.
"Fine, if you say there's nothing, then there's nothing. Focus on your studies for now, there's plenty of time to talk about boyfriends later..."
Mu Ziqing's cheeks turned even redder in an instant.
The brilliant lights of the party illuminated the graceful dancers in the center of the beautiful dance floor, gliding elegantly to the rhythm.
Although Na Xiaoxiao didn't usually dance much, dancing was not unfamiliar to her.
