Ming Xue said disdainfully, "Don't worry, I definitely won't lose to you. Both of us are Gu Yixuan's women, if you can enjoy his things, why can't I? This isn't even yours, so stop talking as if you're giving alms."
Mo Ran was at a loss for words.
What else could she say? It seemed that no matter what she did, she would be wrong in her eyes.
Let her be, then.
That afternoon, Mo Ran also planned to practice dance steps in the dance studio, and Ming Xue was still there, having never left.
Seeing Mo Ran, she had no intention of giving up the dance studio. Out of embarrassment, Mo Ran didn't ask her to leave and found a corner to practice on her own.
She had only practiced for a little while when Ming Xue turned on the recorder, and loud DJ music filled the entire dance studio, disrupting her gentle classical dance.