"You, you, you're dreaming!" Xiao Yisen shouted angrily, "How shameless can you be, ruining someone's parents' lives for 18 years and still wanting my sister's dance. It's simply wishful thinking!"
The subordinates of Xuanyuan Shitian listened to Xiao Yisen's angry scolding and all looked at him furiously.
"Shut up!" Fong Wanling, wearing a mask, shouted sternly, "The Master asking her to dance is giving her face!"
However, Xuanyuan Shitian himself wasn't angry. He said with a faint, yet melancholic tone, "Yes, it is wishful thinking. Obviously, we are enemies; what enemy would dance for another enemy, right, Xiaoyaoyao?"
Xiao Yao looked at the man wearing the ghost mask on the high seat and said coldly, "I only dance for my loved ones, Shui Youran!"
Clatter...
The wine cup in Xuanyuan Shitian's hand slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground. His motion of raising the cup to his mouth was halted instantly.
"What, he is Shui Youran?!" Xiao Yisen exclaimed in surprise.
