The plan to cut ties with Chun Zisu, never to play with Chun Zisu again, and to break off the friendship altogether gradually became fuzzy in Meng Shuyan's mind after listening to his mother's adamant declarations.
Could it really not have been Chun Zisu?
"Mom, so how do we go take a look?" the little one asked in a childish voice.
"We follow them," Tian Sangsang said with a toothy grin, her white teeth gleaming with a cold light.
Tian Sangsang pushed the wheelchair, cautiously following behind Zhao Chun and the others, temporarily putting aside the matter of submitting her work. After a winding path, they arrived in front of a building, not in a bustling area, but rather in a more secluded spot. Above it, hung the sign of the dance hall, "Dream Ballroom".
At the entrance stood someone in black and white attire, resembling a service person.
