"The man in the ash-gray suit inside, I want his phone number. No problem, right?"
"Ash-gray suit? Hmm. Got it." Rong Yan picked up her purse and phone and stood up confidently, turning back with a smile on her red lips, "It's no use complaining, a loss is a loss, I'm willing to accept it!"
She strutted across toward the dance floor in her Doc Martens...
As soon as Rong Yan left, Jiang Zixuan's face turned sour, unhappily snapping at the cheering crowd, "What are you doing! Why propose such a punishment? The girl clearly fancies Gu Zekai, aren't you just stirring trouble on purpose? Don't tell me you're causing a scene because she didn't fancy you and you're feeling sore."
