"Of course, I don't mind." Leng Yan slightly shook his head, looking at her with a half-smile.
On the surface, he seemed indifferent, but inside, he was about to explode. He stared coldly at Tan Qing and Wen Nuan stepping onto the dance floor, eyes dark like a brewing storm.
"I'm not very good at dancing. If I step on your shoes, I'm not responsible," Wen Nuan said to Tan Qing as they walked towards the dance floor, really feeling a prickling sense of unease. She could even imagine Leng Yan's angry gaze, as if it would burn her alive. Her steps were a bit unsteady, and to distract herself, she half-jokingly said to Tan Qing.
Tan Qing chuckled lightly, "Don't worry, feel free to step. I won't utter a word of pain, even if my feet get injured or my shoes get ruined, I'll quickly take care of it and shout: I'll be back."
"Tan Qing... Gray Wolf..."
Wen Nuan couldn't help but laugh, her laughter joyful. Leng Yan had come over with Ji Wei, just in time to see her face.
