Su Yuchuan felt a chill down his spine as he glanced at the two figures dancing in the middle of the dance floor below.
If the two of them were to learn the truth, he'd be denounced to death for his accidental role as the go-between.
Who made it that the two people beside him were ancestors, and the two people downstairs were also ancestors.
Only he, stuck in the middle, was the unfortunate one.
Fu Sichen's gaze didn't stray, his deep black eyes seemed to have a thin layer of ice over them, and his face was not looking so good.
The conversation he had with Xu Lai in the evening was still echoing in his mind—
"The lady seems to be going to the newly opened dance hall tonight."
"She's heading there as soon as she gets home, with Miss. Su from the Su family?"
Xu Lai nodded, having already thoroughly investigated the sequence of events and reported it to Fu Sichen without missing a word.
To find inspiration for romance at the dance hall.
