President, Please Let Go

"Hey... Girl..." "Beauty... Keep dancing..." "The pillars with weak feelings are different..." As the music and dance progressed, all the male guests in the audience became excited, shouted regardless of image, took out a stack of RMB from their arms and threw it vigorously on the stage. Xi Ze, who was lying on the large sofa, unconsciously tightened her cold lips, and her eyes as black as obsidian stared at the enchanting figure dancing on the stage for a moment. That woman who was showing off her coquettishness and sexiness in every move she made was really trying hard to hide her cowardice and fear. Uncle Yun led her...