As Mu Yichen stared at the woman dancing in the middle of the banquet hall, his thin lips pursed tightly.
'I didn't know that my wife could actually dance flamenco and is so good at it!'
Sensing the focused gazes of the guests around him, an unknown fire kept rising in his heart.
He wished he could pull the little woman down on the spot and bring her home to hide!
A burst of rapid music sounded, and the rhythm gradually slowed down as they came to the end.
Following the music, Luo Chenxi spun around more than ten times in a row. Her wide skirt fluttered in the wind, making people dazzled.
In the end, she stopped, turned around and stopped her movements.
After a short silence, intense applause erupted from the crowd.
"That's great, that's really great!"
"I really didn't expect Young Madam Mu to have such superb dancing skills!"