Three hundred ninety-nine, ballroom

The young man at the side sneered disdainfully and opened his mouth to spit again, but a large lump flew into his mouth, choking him into a fit of coughing.

"Serves you right!" Mu Wan felt a great sense of satisfaction hearing the young man's severe coughing.

Luo Shu smiled and turned her attention back to the movie playing in front of her.

The movies now didn't have a lot of special effects or flashy stuff, but the acting was so genuine and good that it captivated you the entire time.

When the movie ended, the house lights came on.

Mu Wan, worried she might accidentally step on something on the floor, had kept her feet suspended throughout the movie. Now that the lights in the theater were on, she looked down only to be surprised to find nothing there, not even the melon seed shells the young man had been eating. What happened here? Could it be that the young man hadn't spit them on the floor?

"Let's go," Luo Shu said with a smile to the still dazed Mu Wan.