After the other ladies had left, Hu Jing leaned back her pretty face and said with an amused chuckle, "I didn't expect you to be so popular with the young socialites."
Ye Fan just smiled and shook his head, not picking up the conversation.
At that moment, Hu Jing extended her pale right hand towards Ye Fan and said with a playful smile, "Hehe, I've heard your waltz is quite impressive. I'd like to see for myself. You won't say no, will you?"
"Heh, if the boss asks me to dance, how can I refuse?" Ye Fan replied with a smile as he reached out and gently took Hu Jing's soft hand. Her skin was smooth, almost boneless.
A faint blush suddenly crept up on Hu Jing's beautiful face. She, who was accustomed to throwing seductive glances and bewitching men, unexpectedly showed a hint of shyness in her eyes.
However, Ye Fan didn't notice, as his gaze had already shifted to the dance floor. Taking Hu Jing's small hand, he led her towards the dancers.