Yu Xiuzhun...
It really is him.
Besides him, no one else can dance such arrogant and noble steps. Besides him, no one else knows that, in addition to ballroom dancing, she can also do street dance.
"Why are you crying?"
Bai Zheng stopped, disregarding the cheers and applause erupting around them, pulling the emotionally off-kilter Ye Mingmei out of the crowd.
Sitting in the car, Ye Mingmei still couldn't calm down, biting her lip, staring intensely at Bai Zheng, unable to say anything, just crying relentlessly.
Bai Zheng stared at her for a few seconds, as if realizing something. He didn't comfort her; he just started the car and drove forward.
The car windows were down, and as the speed increased, the night breeze was slightly cool, causing an involuntary tension.
Bai Zheng controlled the steering wheel with one hand, relaxed yet confident. As he pressed the gas pedal, the car shot forward like an arrow on the road.
