Zhou Yuwen said a few words, and Su Qing left reluctantly.
Zhou Yuwen's current position was located in the front of the southwest corner of the auditorium, where the view wasn't as good as the middle seats, but it was still at the front. These seats were reserved for the members of the student council, but since they were all busy, only two or three people were sparsely seated in the first three rows.
Zheng Yanyan's sudden rush over here drew everyone's attention to this area.
So, everyone watched as the off-shoulder dress-clad hostess, her face an unhappy shade of iron blue, took the stage while the girl who was just leading the dance on stage clung onto the boy's chest, wrapping her arms around his waist with a pitiful look.
The auditorium lights were dim, but you could still make out the side profiles of the two people. The girl, who had seemed so superior on stage, appeared so subservient in front of the boy.
