Although this guy was elegant from head to toe, exuding a distinctly noble temperament and clearly belonging to another world, his approachability made these young boys quite fond of him.
It is known that when those so-called nobles look at them, their gaze is always as if looking at trash, but this man in front of them was entirely different.
"How old are you?"
Jiao Yang looked at the youngest of the group of children.
"Sixteen!" the boy replied.
Noticing the severely worn-out tips of the boy's shoes, Jiao Yang smiled and asked, "Do you like dancing?"
"He's the best dancer in our neighborhood, and he can play the piano too. His mom used to be a piano teacher at a high school, but she passed away last year," another person introduced.
The boy blushed slightly, "Shut up!"
"Can you dance for me to see?" Jiao Yang asked with a smile.
"Jason, give him a show."
"Yeah, dance, what's there to be afraid of!"
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