Chen Xiao was holding a blue number 7 in his hand.
Meng Qingge had given it to him at the beginning.
He knew that the corresponding red number seven should be Miao Rufeng.
He stood at the edge of the dance floor, unsure if he should go in and grab this person. To settle the matter between them, to put an end to the former grudge, but the method was always somewhat childish.
For the first time, he was not sure if Miao Rufeng would be involved.
Just when he was bored to death and was looking at the men and women on the dance floor, a bright red number 7 landed in front of him.
This made Chen Xiao slightly crazy. He pulled the person into the dance floor without waiting for the other person to speak.
After the song, the last action was for the person leaning in his arms. Chen Xiao suddenly laughed bitterly as if he understood something.
But he held on to this half-cuddle and did not let go.