Mu Bai's heart also skipped a beat—the height was not something an ordinary person could achieve. If she fell, injury was inevitable; his heart suspended high with tension, his slender hand clutching the cup tightly.
Wang Zishu's eyes widened, and she abruptly covered her mouth, even the man beside her took in a sharp breath.
But the woman, tossed into the air, remained calm and graceful, completing the final spin and landing steadily into the man's strong arms. She leaned sideways, her delicate fingers extending as she flung her arm out, and the music stopped.
There was complete silence for a few seconds, before enthusiastic applause started. Especially Jiaren's last turn was simply perfect—clapping and screaming, the spotlight shone on her and "Rong Jin," like a pair made in heaven.
Wang Zishu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Jiaren was unharmed; she had truly been frightened earlier.
But, who was this man?
