Wu Xiaoshan furrowed his brow, quickly pondering, and a picture soon emerged in his mind.
"No wonder it looked so familiar, there's something wrong with her leg!"
It turned out that the reason Wu Xiaoshan felt he had seen these legs before was because he had seen a similar illustration in the "Wu Tao's Materia Medica" left by his ancestor.
From the front, Zhuang Xiaoxiao's legs were flawless, but at the bend of her legs, Wu Xiaoshan spotted a swelling—clearly a serious hidden affliction of the leg.
Immediately, Wu Xiaoshan stood up and said, "She can't dance anymore."
After saying this, Wu Xiaoshan went straight towards Zhuang Xiaoxiao on stage.
Without much delay, the second dance number began.
Zhuang Xiaoxiao, holding the microphone by the edge of the stage, sang loudly with a joyful smile on her face.
"What are you trying to do?"
Just as he reached the front of the stage, two security guards rushed over to stop Wu Xiaoshan.
