Lan Ji sneered coldly, "Her? Worthy of being called a person of importance? Mi Chenshuo, if you're going to find someone to provoke me, at least pick one with some class! I just realized how poor your taste is—changing partners over and over, only to get worse each time!"
"You're worth provoking?" Mi Chenshuo snorted disdainfully, "Don't stand here ruining my view. In my eyes, you're the most classless one of all!"
"Mi Chenshuo, you've gone too far!" Lan Ji was fuming, her whole body trembling and her face pale with anger. Her fists clenched tightly; if the place wasn't so crowded, she would've slapped this man to death.
Mi Chenshuo furrowed his brows slightly and reached out to grab Huang Zimeng's hand, "Let's dance!"
Huang Zimeng glanced sympathetically at Lan Ji, who was shaking in fury, and whispered to Mi Chenshuo, "Boss, will that lady be alright?"
"You feel sorry for her?" Mi Chenshuo frowned, giving the young girl a quick glance.
