Gu Ziyu's face turned red with anger, and as soon as Gu Beicheng walked away, she immediately approached Gu Qingqing.
"Gu Qingqing, what do you mean by that? Dancing with my friends!"
Gu Ziyu's friends were also staring at Gu Qingqing, as if they wanted to tear her apart.
But Gu Qingqing looked innocent, spreading her hands, "Is that so? I only heard someone asking if anyone was willing to dance with him, but none of you were."
"Who said we weren't willing?" one of Gu Ziyu's friends angrily retorted.
"If you were, then why did no one pay attention to him?"
Gu Qingqing huffed with disdain, "Who is he? Is he someone you can afford to ignore? You're really overestimating yourselves!"
Gu Qingqing huffed coldly again and returned to her seat, feeling fully content.
The girls from Gu Ziyu's side were dying of regret, but it was too late to change anything now.
"Ziyu, what do we do now?" they were really desperate.
