C521 The Four Young Masters of the Capital

Before long, Zhao Qiang approached Ling Xi's table, bowing slightly in a flawless gentlemanly fashion as he extended an invitation:

"May I have the pleasure of this dance, beautiful lady?"

Ling Xi had seen Zhao Qiang coming and knew exactly what he was after. She was repulsed and at a loss for words by his relentless advances and felt no desire to engage with him. Yet