Zhao Tiezhu took a shot at the corners of his eyes, not because he didn't want to dance with Sun Xiaoxiao, but because he didn't want to dance with Sun Xiaoxiao.

Looking around, Zhao Tiezhu cautiously said in Sun Xiaoxiao's ear, "It's not that I don't want to dance with you, but I can't dance at all. If I step on your foot, the good image I erect will be greatly discounted."

Sun Xiaoxiao was stunned and almost didn't laugh. Zhao Tiezhu is not a small figure, even dancing.

Sun Xiaoxiao's heart is not a taste when he looks at others competing for beauty on the dance floor. But also...