"What are we dancing?" A group of men looked puzzled.
The bride, also with a look of reluctance, revealed the answer to everyone: "Well, we're dancing to 'Little Apple'."
The corners of the men's mouths twitched simultaneously.
An Nan gently curved her lips and continued, "If you don't dance, I'll be in a bad mood. And when I'm in a bad mood, I like to turn off my phone and go on vacation."
The undisguised threat left everyone helpless.
Yes, if she goes on vacation and can't be found, a certain protective man will blame them. But dancing to 'Little Apple' is too embarrassing. Not dancing, however, would lead to worse luck. So, do they dance or not?
At this moment, everyone was deeply conflicted in their hearts.
An Nan leaned against the door behind her and continued, "I'll give you three minutes to think about it."
Everyone's face instantly turned as dark as soy sauce; this isn't time to consider—it's a blatant threat. A threat.
But so what? No one dared to resist.
