Ouyang Xiaojun glanced weakly at Lou Ming.
Before she could speak, her hand was already grabbed by Tao Siran: "Come on, pretty lady."
Without any regard, he dragged her straight towards the hall.
As they passed by Lou Ming, Ouyang Xiaojun couldn't help but feel a bit tense.
Actually, there wasn't anything wrong with dancing, but she didn't know if Lou Ming would get angry or try to stop them, and if he did, she wouldn't know what to do.
But Lou Ming didn't. He just quietly watched them glide into the dance floor, without saying a word.
But this made Ouyang Xiaojun feel that he was even more terrifying.
This really wasn't like his character... Normally, Lou Ming would explode.
Lately, Lou Ming seemed to be particularly strange, in general, really abnormal.
Ouyang Xiaojun, filled with suspicions, couldn't help but glance at Lou Ming from time to time. There he stood, in a black suit, exuding an air of coldness.
