Xia Cha looked very pure and beautiful, but she was not aggressive.
Her eyes were dark and clear like glass that had been soaked in water. Her face was exquisite and small, her black hair and red lips were clean and fair.
She looked like an obedient girl.
When the elders heard her soft and sweet voice, they sat up straight subconsciously.
This girl looked like their granddaughter. She was so obedient that they did not dare to speak loudly.
All of them looked at Xia Cha kindly.
Zhu Yaxuan, who had been chased out of the performance room by President Zhu, did not go far. She lay at the door and peered inside.
Seeing Xia Cha stand on the stage looking like she was going to be in the limelight, she pouted unhappily.
So what if she looked innocent?
Her dance always created a commotion at bars, but the group of old men and women did not know how to appreciate it.