Luo Haiting's cry...
Ding Li's reputation for liking to deal with female officials...
Dong Xuebin understood at once. His face immediately darkened, and fury surged in his heart!
Some people around them still did not know what had happened, but others had figured it out. When they had been dancing just now, Ding Li had his arm around Luo Haiting's waist. He had probably touched her butt or somewhere else. They just did not know whether it had been intentional or accidental. But it was dancing, after all; such things were unavoidable. Given Ding Li's reputation and usual conduct, everyone was used to it. In fact, many officials liked coming to dance halls precisely for that ambiguous closeness between men and women. Ding Li's rank was there for all to see, so touching Luo Haiting once was no big deal.
No one took this little incident seriously. Those who were dancing kept dancing.
Only Zhao Xinglong and a few others frowned slightly, but they said nothing.
Ding Li's expression was unpleasant. He felt that Luo Haiting had humiliated him. Hadn't he just touched her by accident? Was there any need to make such a fuss? She had cried out and walked away. What would everyone think of him now?
Seeing Ding Li's expression and that no one else seemed to care, Luo Haiting, back on the sofa, was already beginning to regret it. She should not have cried out. At the time, she had been focused on Dong Xuebin's impressive performance, her hands merely dancing with Ding Li out of instinct. But then she suddenly felt a palm on her butt. As a woman, Luo Haiting had cried out entirely on instinct and had not thought much about it. Yet from the looks of things, she seemed to have seriously