Can't Dance

In the banquet hall, it was dazzling and brightly lit. Xing Wudi walked straight to 'Feng Qing'. His silver eyes were suffused with an oppressive aura as he locked onto 'Feng Qing' in front of him. Xing Wudi first sized Feng Qing up and after confirming that she seemed to be fine, he asked softly, "Did Potian do anything to you last night?"

Xing Wudi's voice wasn't loud, but it was filled with concern. 'Feng Qing' was stunned by his question, and her two fan-like eyelashes couldn't help but flap a few times. However, she didn't say anything and only shook her head slightly. Seeing that she had given an affirmative answer, Xing Wudi was slightly relieved. Feng Qing didn't look like she had been bullied. As for why Feng Qing didn't like him so much and couldn't even be bothered to talk to him, Xing Wudi felt that it was very normal because Feng Qing had always had such an attitude towards him. Moreover, he had even parted on bad terms with Feng Qing last time.