The man nodded slightly in a very gentlemanly manner, then sat down in the empty seat next to Mia Foster. Together, they looked at the people cheering and partying, took a sip of champagne, then turned to observe Mia Foster. He asked, "Why aren't you joining in?"
"Oh, too old to dance."
Mia Foster found an excuse for herself. Previously, when she worked here, she danced and partied every year with her colleagues. But this year, she suddenly lost interest. If not for the desolation at home, she might have left the party early.
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The man's jade-colored eyes were full of surprise and amusement. Perhaps, with the very mature appearance of a fair-skinned Western man, the lines on his forehead were clearly visible when he raised his brows. "Sorry, pardon my bluntness, your age…" The man exaggeratedly furrowed his brows again, though it seemed a bit comical, it did not detract from his handsome face. "Doesn't seem to be that old."
