"I've never learned to dance," Cheng Ying had a sinking feeling.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead, afraid of being recognized by Chen Bin as the rabbit who would dance every Sunday at Red Cloud Bar.
But Chen Bin said directly, "About that, Vice President Cheng, I do understand. Those who have learned to dance have a small bone under their big toe. If one hasn't worked hard, they wouldn't have that."
Cheng Ying's heart pounded, increasingly anxious.
She liked to find some romance in her otherwise dull and monotonous life, which was why she danced. Yet, she feared being recognized. That's why she always attended masked balls.
If Chen Bin recognized her identity, let alone not knowing how to face the company's employees,
Just the thought of Chen Bin recognizing her made her want to bash her head against the wall.
She couldn't help but recall dancing with "Green Fox," which left her in even more turmoil.