An Xiaxia stood next to Mr. Song, her cheeks numb from all the smiling.
As it turned out, being a socialite wasn't easy…
A voice came to her rescue. "Miss Song, would you like to dance with me?"
An Xiaxia looked up, only to see Sheng Yize standing in front of her. After much hesitation, she refused solemnly, "No, thanks…"
She'd rather keep smiling than dance with Sheng Yize.
Qi Yanxi popped up out of nowhere. "Dance with me, then!"
Before An Xiaxia could reply, Sheng Yize gave Qi Yanxi a brooding smile. "How about I dance with you?"
Qi Yanxi: … Fine, I'll go back to licking my wounds.
In the end, An Xiaxia was still pulled onto the dance floor by a certain domineering guy.
She was a terrible dancer. She only knew the most basic moves and she kept stepping on Sheng Yize's toes.
"Sorry. I'm so sorry…" After stepping on his feet for the hundredth time, An Xiaxia apologized embarrassedly. "Does it hurt?"
