Then, Yan Ziyan spoke up, "I can do this, I'm good at this! Lu Tingchuan, join in."
Lu Tingchuan agreed readily, "Alright." Was this specially opened backdoor for them?
"Azhan, why are you standing there? Quickly put on your props!"
"..."
Lu Tingchuan directly put the prop on Zhan Nanjue's head; it was a wig.
Considering Zhan Nanjue's right hand hadn't recovered, he only needed to stomp his foot randomly.
The three of them danced a bit, Cheng Zijin and Qingxue were amazed.
She remembered Beitang talking about their band days before, she hadn't expected they could dance so well too.
Beitang noticed Qingxue staring at the three dancing, her lips pressed tightly. Why didn't he join in earlier? Mu Yanxi had the same doubt, seeing Cheng Zijin's eyes fixated on the three dancers, what's so fascinating? Isn't he good-looking enough? Angry, angry, angry!
Cheng Zijin felt her view being blocked, she pushed aside and said, "Don't block me, I haven't seen enough yet!"
