at the dancers neither warmly nor coldly.The manager whispered, “Bai Mudan has finished singing. I brought her here to meet the Young Marshal.”The manager snapped his fingers, and Bai Mudan appeared f...nt to run away.However, the hand Fu Shaoshuai was holding, wrapped in a white glove, clutched his arm tightly. His deep and warm breath also fell on the young man's neck.in the cramped seats.The young...