"Zexiao—" Jiang Xuanqi was still spinning, only managing to call out his name before she stumbled, watching helplessly as Yu Zexiao took Jian Anning away, further and further.
Yu Zexiao's lips were tightly pursed, his large hand pulled her over, and his other hand mercilessly claimed her slender waist. With a spin of his feet, he quickly led her away from Lu Jiayuan!
Jian Anning, at first, was whirled around by him in circle after circle, soon putting a considerable distance between her and Lu Jiayuan.
Luckily, she had received the most thorough education for young ladies back in Canada. Dancing an international standard dance was a trivial matter for her. Her dance movements, while not exceptionally stunning, were still far stronger than Jiang Xuanqi's bumbling, often tripping over her high heels and skirt, nearly falling down.
