"Uhm, are you ready for the dance?" the girl robbed him of his line. A strange smile appeared on Han Zhou's lips when he looked at her extended hand.
He was not planning to dance tonight. He was in the mood to smile at everyone, socialize a bit and then leave without getting more attention. But this girl! When had she followed the script! He could already feel the narrowed eyes of her grandfather boring a hole behind his head.
"Of course, my wife." Xia Yu flinched when he pressed her hand tightly. This was going to leave a mark. But the smile on his face did not falter a bit as he pulled her toward the stage.
His grip on her waist was so strong as if he wanted to snap her waist into two. His smile and his actions did not match at all.
