Sheng Tianyi spoke in all seriousness.
Fu Shilv's expression was tense, "Good at wiggling your butt?"
"Yep, like this." The little boy said, letting go and starting to twist his waist in front of him, his chubby butt bouncing left and then right.
Fu Shilv walked inside without a change in his demeanor, with Sheng Tianyi trailing behind him like a little tail.
Sheng Youxia and Tang Hui sat together, finding a corner that wasn't too conspicuous.
He hadn't walked over yet when he saw the scene Sheng Tianyi had described.
The dancer was Wen Zaiyi, with no music playing, his hands raised snapping his fingers, dancing as if he didn't have an awkward bone in his body. Tang Hui whistled, "Not bad, Young Mr. Wen!"
Sheng Youxia crossed her legs, one hand supporting her chin.
With Wen Zaiyi behaving like this, he really resembled the popular senior from college, and Sheng Youxia always had a thing for that.