31 Shocking the Audience (2/2)

They were gaping at Xiao Luo as they stood in place, motionless. In their minds, it was still the out-of-the-world robot dance Xiao Luo had performed earlier.

”Clap… clap clap clap…”

A guy slowly began applauding for Xiao Luo. That single clap struck a chord in everyone as thunderous applause and cheering sounded the very next moment. These guests used their actions to express their approval toward Xiao Luo's dance moves.

Fang Shulan, on the other hand, felt a tingling feeling in her heart. From a professional point of view, Xiao Luo's dancing was impressive. Whether his moonwalk or his various body flips--his movements were on point and hugely satisfying to watch. His dancing wasn't just a little bit better than hers.

”Young Mistress Chu, your plan has failed miserably. Far from embarrassing himself, Xiao Luo earned everyone's praise,” Bai Ling said gleefully.

Chu Yue fluttered her apricot-shaped eyes as if she had just recovered from the shock. She said while unconsciously gritting her teeth, ”This is an accident. This performance is purely an accident. How could someone like him know how to dance so well!”

”I think you should forget about it. I already told you that guy's your nemesis. You will never win against him,” exclaimed Bai Ling.

”No. I must and I will take him down. Otherwise, he'll think that I'm a pushover,” Chu Yue clenched her fist and said with utter determination.

Bai Ling sighed, ”Your plan has failed. What else do you plan to do?”

”Well, I have more than one plan. I prepared three plans,” Chu Yue said proudly.

”Three plans?”

Bai Ling was startled. Subsequently, she shook her head and said helplessly, ”Young Mistress Chu, just how much do you detest Xiao Luo! And why?”

She felt terrible for Xiao Luo. Didn't he just unintentionally talk back to the young mistress several times? Must she take things to the extreme?

Xiao Luo glimpsed at Fang Shulan and said playfully, ”Ms. Fang, my dance moves aren't bad, right?”

”Yeah, they're great. Impressive, truth be told!”

Fang Shulan told him this but was cursing him on the inside. That jerk is mocking at me, he thought to himself.

Xiao Luo snorted faintly but didn't speak again. He was beginning to feel that he had a target painted on his back. Why else would the sons and daughters of the wealthy come forward and offer him dance lessons? So that was it. He was on to them now.

As he kept pondering his situation, he thought about Chu Yue.

He turned to look at Chu Yue. He sighed in his heart, ”That young mistress is hard to serve. Two million dollars ain't easy money!”

At this moment, Fu Jiawei approached him from behind and held his shoulders as if they were good brothers, ”You're a low-key person, my brother. You can dance so well, but you said you couldn't, and I ended up calling Shulan over to teach you. From what I see, you should be the one teaching Shulan.”

”Well, sometimes it's better to be a low-key person,” Xiao Luo said with a smile.

As this sentence had a deep meaning, Fu Jiawei went blank for a moment. His expression was becoming unnatural. Later, he once again put on a friendly smile, ”Yes, of course, you're right, my brother. By the way, do you play snooker perchance?”