Lu Qiyou dragged out his words, saying: "This person here is the dancer Hong Xiaomei!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a woman dressed in a blue strapless top and skirt turned pale, her legs weakened, and she collapsed to the ground.
Everyone else breathed a sigh of relief.
Although being chosen was tragic, it was only important that it wasn't them.
She looked at Lu Qiyou in despair, not attempting to resist because she knew it was futile. She merely pleaded to Lu Qiyou, saying, "Why me?"
Lu Qiyou said matter-of-factly, "You can't cook, you only dance...but your dance today was poor; you couldn't make everyone happy."
"That's because I helped the men build houses during the day and injured my toe!" Hong Xiaomei cried to Lu Qiyou.
Lu Qiyou shook his head and said, "No one asked you to help during the day, and that little help you offered doesn't make up for your poor performance today. Undoubtedly, you are the person who contributed the least today."
