Under everyone's gazes, Fu Qinglun stopped in front of Qiu Cici and reached out with his fair hands.
Oh god, the Young Master was inviting her to a dance!
Qiu Cici quickly gave her small hands over to him. "Young Master… I…"
She was extremely confident in her dancing skills. For this party and this dance, she had spent a fortune on a dance instructor.
But before she could finish her sentence, Fu Qinglun raised his hands and took the number from her fingers.
He didn't hold her hand, didn't invite her to dance. He was only interested in the number in her hand!
Qiu Cici's expression turned ugly.
Fu Qinglun lowered his eyes, his sharp gaze raking over the number 18. He parted his thin lips and asked, "Where did you get this number?"
Qiu Cici avoided his gaze. The number was fake. The real number was with Lin Shiyu. She hadn't given it to her.
"Young… young master, someone gave me this number."
Someone?
