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Bo Xuan was halfway through his sentence when Chi Xiaoyu stepped on his foot. In a low voice, she cried out, "I'm so sorry, I stepped on you!"

"It's okay..."

She smiled apologetically, her gaze drifting over to the towering figure of Gong Beiming standing in the center of the dance floor, as couples spun past him.

His deep and frosty eyes grew colder, his cheeks increasingly unsightly, his whole presence emanating a sort of malevolence.

Remembering the scenes of humiliation she suffered at the hands of Madam Gong in the Gong Family, she silently turned her head away.

Suddenly, a pair of domineering hands reached out and forcibly separated her from Bo Xuan.

In her slight daze, before she could regain her composure,

Bo Xuan had already taken a punch to the face, covering his nose and retreating several steps back... piercing screams echoed from the surrounding crowd.

When Chi Xiaoyu came to her senses, that's when she clearly saw that the person was Gong Beiming.