In the end, the dust settled, and Jiang Chu narrowly secured the championship title.
He let out a long breath of hot air and sat on the floor of the dance studio.
The mirror on the wall behind him reflected that the wig on his head was completely soaked in sweat.
After dancing all night, his feet were so swollen that he could not take off his dance shoes.
He took a screenshot of the results and sent it to his father.
It was a blatant demonstration.
But Jiang Suiheng did not reply.
Everything could wait until he sobered up. Now that he was drunk, everything he saw was an illusion!
Jiang Chu panted and adjusted his breathing.
A few minutes later, he didn't receive a reply. He opened the chat box with his father and opened the screenshot he had just sent.
