Duan Xingzhi stood aside holding a wine glass, watching the figure in the dance floor as red as fire, watching her chatting and laughing with Han Qiusheng, his heart filled with bitterness.
After exchanging pleasantries with some manager, Duan Xingzhou came over without disturbing him, looked along his line of sight, and then laughed.
"Instead of standing here watching, why not go over and invite her for a dance?"
Duan Xingzhi withdrew his gaze, glanced at him lightly, and said nothing.
Duan Xingzhou was long used to his eldest brother's attitude and shook his head with a smile. Seeing that the tune was about to end, he placed his glass down and walked towards the dance floor.
Among the three brothers, Duan Xingzhou was the one most favored by women, perhaps because he naturally carried a charmingly mischievous aura, so even though all the women knew how flirtatious he was, their eyes couldn't help but fall on him.
