Byron did not expect Le Yao to reject him so bluntly. At that moment, he couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes, but he quickly recovered. "That's too bad."
"Why don't I dance with you?" Nangong Jue suddenly said.
"This…" Byron's eyes lit up, but he hesitated. "That's not appropriate, right?"
"We're not dancing a social dance. What's wrong with that?" Nangong Jue raised his eyebrows slightly. "Don't Westerners especially like street dance? There's nothing wrong with a dance battle, right? I think I'm pretty good."
Le Yao's eyes widened when she heard that. Heavens, what did she hear? Street dance? That was a little surprising to her. Was Sir Jue going to let himself go, let alone at such a company banquet?
"In that case, then… please." A glint flashed across Byron's eyes.
Nangong Jue stood up and took off his tuxedo and tie that matched Le Yao's gown.
