"Brother Qin, why aren't you dancing?"
Not long after, Mo Zixuan returned to their booth alone, her forehead already glistening with sweat; she seemed to have had a lot of fun.
Qin Hai handed her a beer and smiled. "That's for you young folks. With my old arms and legs, I'd better not. If I break apart, you'd have to help me to the hospital."
Mo Zixuan stuck out her tongue and made a face. "Stop it. You're about my age. You talk as if you're in your seventies or eighties. My grandfather doesn't even act this old."
"Professor Mo is vigorous despite his age; I really admire him." Qin Hai clinked his bottle against Mo Zixuan's and glanced back toward the small stage, only to unexpectedly find that Cheng Xi was no longer there.
"Are you looking for that DJ who was leading the dance just now?" Mo Zixuan's eyes were sharp, and she quickly noticed Qin Hai's intention, then teasingly said, "That DJ was pretty and danced really well. Have you taken a fancy to her?"
