At the end of the dance-off, Yang Leman was a bit exhausted and unsteady on her feet, while Xu Qiaoqiao looked like a phoenix reborn from the ashes. Beads of sweat were on her forehead, but her face was radiant.
Her eyes, in particular, were so bright that the chandelier above her seemed dull in comparison.
At this moment, she was like a princess on a throne, enchanting and irresistible.
Yang Leman bit her lip hard, feeling an immense sense of humiliation.
The dance she excelled at most were now severely undermined.
Anyone could see that Xu Qiaoqiao's dance was not the most standard.
But everyone could also see that she had more talent than herself.
She clenched her fists, glanced around at the people nearby, smiled, and said, "Qiaoqiao, you are excellent at dancing, I admit defeat."
Xu Qiaoqiao nodded at her but turned her eyes to Xu Nanjia, asking, "Now, is it time to apologize?"
Xu Nanjia: ...
Xu Nanjia's eyes widened, and they turned red.