Facing Wei Xu's gaze, Lu Tianxing's expression remained unchanged from start to finish, maintaining a gentlemanly posture and a faint smile on his face, as if he wasn't the one about to be rejected, humiliated in front of everyone.
Just as Wei Xu was inwardly feeling pleased with himself, Qiu Yingrong slowly spoke: "Young Master Wei, I'm sorry, thank you for your kind offer, but before the ball started, I had already promised Mr. Lu to be his dance partner tonight."
Hearing Qiu Yingrong's words in astonishment, the smile on Wei Xu's face instantly froze, and his face turned ashen, a trace of fierceness slowly emerging in the depths of his eyes.
He originally thought that Qiu Yingrong was planning to accept his invitation to dance, but it turned out that Qiu Yingrong had only focused her gaze on him to say those words.
Especially feeling the mocking stares from around him, Wei Xu felt as if these gazes turned into slaps landing on his face, silent but stinging painfully.
