"Sorry! I can't dance."

"Singing a song?

"I won't."

"Will that be a gamble?"

"No!"

"Pop!" On one side of his head, Qi Yang put his arms in his hands and looked at Gu Qianmeng again. Some of them asked with amusement, "Do you always know how to talk about love?"

Boredom.

Gu Qianmeng bit out these two words in his heart.

Judging from Qi Yang's extraordinary appearance, it is not difficult to imagine that he is just a idle rich man.

Turning his eyes, Gu Qianmeng turned around.

"Hey, shall I teach you?" Some impatient, Qiyang called Gu Qianmeng.

Gu Qianmeng frowned and wanted to say something...

There was...