This is simply a dramatic shock.
Wu Minghui would be crazy not to resent Chen Yang.
However, Chen Yang wasn't bothered at all by the malice shown by Wu Minghui, this little brat.
He calmly took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it, and after taking a deep drag, said amidst the swirling smoke, "I'm not one to blow my own horn. Since I say my dancing skill is the third best in the world,
it's definitely not the fourth. Little brother, don't doubt my awesomeness!"
Wu Minghui sneered, "Oh, really? Then I'd like to learn something from you, the so-called third best in the world. Do you dare to dance off against me?"
"Dance off?"
Chen Yang shook his head and said, "Little buddy, I got tired of dance battles three years ago!"
Wu Minghui looked at Chen Yang askance and said, "So you don't dare, huh? If you don't dare, then don't go around boasting about being third in the world!"
