Jiang Rou sighed in frustration before saying, "Here's the thing: Our opera troupe is rehearsing a dance, but one dancer twisted her ankle and injured her tendons—it won't heal for a month, so she can't dance. But we can't be one person short, so I'd like to ask for your help to join the opera troupe and rehearse with us."
Xia Ningxing could easily tell she was up to something and immediately refused, "Sorry, I don't know how to dance."
"That's okay, it's not a very difficult dance, very simple, and with your smarts, you can definitely do it!" Jiang Rou encouraged her with sincerity on her face.
"No! I can't!" Xia Ningxing continued to refuse.
Jiang Rou frowned, not expecting her to be so difficult to deal with.
Shouldn't a rich girl like her love to be in the spotlight?
Why was she so different?
But thinking of her own plan, Jiang Rou didn't give up and extended another sincere invitation, "Miss Xia, I'm begging you, please help us out, will you?"
