"Since you like dancing, I assume Chen Yang, as your boyfriend, must be a dance expert too?"
After saying this, Wang Hao revealed a cold smile at the corner of his mouth. In his view, Chen Yang was merely an ordinary college student—how could he possibly know how to dance.
Even if he could dance, it was impossible for him to be one-tenth as good as Liu Zhiling.
Handing over the tough question of dancing to Chen Yang, Wang Hao felt he was damn smart; not only had he extricated himself, but he also put Chen Yang in an embarrassing situation.
Liu Zhiling's parents turned their gaze toward Chen Yang, both somewhat curious. Could it be that their daughter was in a relationship with him because of their mutual interest in dancing?
Chen Yang, who had been watching Wang Hao show off, saw the conversation turn to him again. He put down his teacup, smiled, and said, "When it comes to dancing, I have some understanding."
"You really can dance?"
