Li Jing said calmly, "Making you compensate probably doesn't hurt at all. I was almost embarrassed earlier, so why not make Boss Zhao lose face too? Let's call it even."
Zhao Min's face darkened, "Lose face? What do you intend to do?"
"It's simple." Li Jing glanced at the stage in the distance, "Go up there and dance. I might be appeased, and I won't spread this incident."
"Dance?" Zhao Min's expression changed drastically, "I've never learned how to dance, how should I do it?"
"It's interesting precisely because you haven't learned. If you were a professional dancer, what's the point then?"
Li Jing smirked, "Besides, everyone is wearing masks; the person singing just now wasn't professional either, and yet they performed."
Zhao Min stared at him intently, anger rising in her eyes, "You're deliberately humiliating me!"
