Tong Lu is my wife 18

She had just sent the text message when Leng Yejin walked toward her at a steady pace. He stopped in front of her in a domineering manner, and his posture when he invited her to dance was unusually standard. "Beautiful lady, may I have a dance with you?"

"My honor!"

Tong Lu glanced coldly at Xu Jing, who was waiting to see her make a fool of herself. She stood up and placed her hand in Leng Yejin's palm.

Xu Jing received Tong Lu's gaze. She raised her glass and took a big sip of wine. She snorted in her heart.'What am I so proud of? that I've been invited to a dance by Leng Yejin? and that I'm his sister-in-law? I can't let anyone know about my identity!'