Looking at Helian Manli, the man glanced at Xiang Yi, and then returned to Helian Manli’s face. He said in a gentlemanly manner, “May we dance together?”
As he spoke, he had already made an inviting gesture.
Looking at the hand in front of her, Helian Manli did not respond, but looked at Xiang Yi.
In an instant, Xiang Yi also came into contact with the flash of hostility in the eyes of the man in front of him. After placing the finished wine glass on the dining table behind him, he nodded slightly at Manli and then walked towards the direction of the entrance of the banquet hall not far away.
Looking at the back view that was far away, and then looking at the hand that was still waiting in front of her, Helian Manli rejected the man’s invitation.
She smiled and smiled politely, “I’m sorry, Young Master Bourne. My father seems to be calling me. If you want to dance, we can do it next time. Excuse me.”
