She raised her eyes.
Above her was Mo Xun's strikingly handsome face, shining under the spotlight of the entire city.
Tang ZhiLuo then realized everyone in the banquet hall was staring at her. She was startled, her face turning pale.
"Dance with me," Mo Xun said in a low voice, looking at her.
Tang ZhiLuo glanced around.
Everyone began whispering softly, with those familiar with her being exceptions; the rest were speculating about her identity.
From the main table, Mo Shiting's gaze locked onto her like a flash of lightning.
Tang ZhiLuo subconsciously wanted to refuse, but before she could speak, Mo Xun had pulled her into the dance floor.
There was quite a commotion around them.
"Who is she?" Everyone scrutinized Tang ZhiLuo.
This place in the spotlight was not hers to occupy.
Tang ZhiLuo frowned.
As she was about to speak, Mo Xun seized her snow-white hand and placed it on his waist, pulling her close. "What dances do you know?"