C191 Tactics Problem Teenager(8)

"Mr Feng, since we're all here today, why don't we dance for a bit?" Lu Zhijin raised his eyebrows and smiled. A light flashed across his eagle-like eyes.

The lights suddenly dimmed.

Feng Ge narrowed his eyes and opened his lips slightly. He seemed to want to refuse. How could Lu Zhijin allow Feng Ge to reject his suggestion? He stood up and pulled Feng Ge to the front of the stage.

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