"Again, again!"
There were wild and enthusiastic shouts below the stage.
Xia Yanran was a little dizzy and she was sweating all over, the emotions in her heart all vented out and she felt a lot better.
She went to the edge of the stage, wanting to get down, but a few men who had seen her dancing blocked her.
When Nan Zhi saw this, she told her bodyguard to hurry over.
Just before the bodyguard could go near the stage, a clean and noble man in a polo shirt walked over, pulling away the men who wanted to disturb Xia Yanran and reached out his hands to her.
Xia Yanran's head was dizzy. She squatted down and looked at the man below the stage, pointing at her chin. "Young Master Huo?"
"It seems like Miss Xia has a good impression of me, you still remember me even when you've had a glass too much."
Xia Yanran laughed, waving her finger at him. "I don't need you to carry me. Step aside, I can jump down myself."
