"How's it going?" James sneered, his blue eyes adjusted as he sized up the dance instructor.
Ballroom dancers always have those enviably long legs. Not just ordinarily long, but with those gracefully elegant lines that make one's teeth itch.
James chuckled, "Dancing is all about the legs, right?"
Of course, those legs are the dance instructor's livelihood, so he nodded.
But Yan Jian understood first and waved his fist fiercely: "What do you want?"
James squinted, "What do you think I want?"
Yan Jian raised his phone, "I've recorded it all, and it's been uploaded to the cloud immediately! I warn you, if anything happens to him, I'll use this recording to finish you!"
James was also startled, took a deep breath: "Fine, go ahead and report me."
