Chapter 1963

Dongfang Ji approached Mu Ziying and extended his hand in invitation.

Despite Mu Ziying’s bashfulness, she followed Dongfang Ji at the urging of Baili Xia and the others.

Mu Lingchuan, embracing Zimo, also stepped onto the dance floor, and the two began to dance slowly.

Zimo appeared so unnatural, but considering she hadn’t frequented such gatherings, it was understandable.

“Xiaoxiao, would you like to dance?”

From the side, Ye Hua’s cheerful voice was heard.

Xiaoxiao’s face reddened, but fortunately, under the dim lights, her expression was hard to discern.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she extended her hand, following Ye Hua out.

Watching the people elegantly dancing, Baili Xia felt a touch of envy in her heart.

Brother, that dullard, didn’t even think to ask her to dance.

If it were before going to Bei Miao, she might have taken the initiative to pull Mu Xiaoyao along.

But now, with so many thoughts in her mind, she simply wasn’t in the mood.

She looked across at Mu Xiaojiu, whose deep gaze was fixed on the dance floor, a glass of wine in hand, taking gentle sips.

Baili Xia also lost interest, slowly picking at some desserts.

“Uncle, would you like to dance?”

Beside her, Ning Anran cautiously asked.

She had hesitated for a long time, wondering if she should speak to Mu Xiaojiu.

He was always cold, discouraging anyone from approaching easily.

But, dressed this way today, she tried her best to look elegant and poised, hoping to catch his attention.

If she didn’t try, her efforts today would be wasted.

Mu Xiaojiu didn’t even glance at her, but his aura suddenly turned colder.

Even those around him sensed his displeasure; he had no interest in dancing with Ning Anran.

Ning Anran’s heart trembled, leaving her sitting there, unsure whether to stay or go.

She felt resentment but dared not show it.

“Miss, may I have the honor of a dance?”

A powerful voice rang out beside Ning Anran, saving her from further embarrassment.

Looking up, she saw a towering man, reminiscent of a divine tower, standing close by.

This man was indeed very tall, even appearing half a head taller than Mu Xiaojiu.

He must be about two meters, she thought.

Moreover, he wasn’t just tall but also incredibly strong.

His clothes clung tightly, revealing that he was certainly well-trained.

“Who are you?”

Ning Anran asked, a bit startled.

Shentu Sheng—everyone in the Mu family recognized this man, having witnessed his strength during the Eight Big Families competition.

During the competition, his formidable martial skills left a deep impression on everyone.

Of course, it was Mu Xiaoyao who had to exert significant effort to force him out of the arena and win.

“I am Shentu Sheng.” His powerful voice, coupled with his imposing frame, exuded a strong sense of security.

The moment Ning Anran heard the name Shentu, she realized his identity.

She glanced back at Mu Xiaojiu, seeing his gaze still fixed on Baili Xia.

Her heart ached with a sharp pain, but she no longer hesitated.

She extended her delicate hand to Shentu Sheng and followed him onto the dance floor.

The addition of this new couple on the dance floor caught the attention of many.

The woman was sensual and charming, and the man was burly and fierce—it was indeed like Beauty and the Beast.

Looking around, almost everyone had a partner.

In the booth, only Baili Xia, Mu Xiaojiu, and Mu Xiaoyao remained.

“A dance?” Mu Xiaojiu suddenly raised an eyebrow slightly.

Such things he truly disdained to do, but Baili Xia’s boredom didn’t escape his notice.

Perhaps the little girl couldn’t sit still; seeing others having fun made her eager to join.