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"What are you doing wearing this?" Mrs. An quickly came to the brother and sister, holding back her displeasure and asked them.

"Didn't you arrange a dance for us?" An Jing replied.

"I have arranged a dance for you, but how are you going to dance when you are dressed like this?" Mrs. An asked An Jing with a stiff smile, "Are you going to do street dancing?"

An Jing became a little impatient when he heard his mother's question, "We are going to dance jazz."

Mrs. An was very dissatisfied with their jazz dance, "Didn't we agree to dance the cha cha?"

"You can make the decision alone." An Jing glanced at An Ran, who was standing beside him silently and bowing his head.

There was bright music playing, and it was too late to change.

"Can you dance Polka?" Mrs. An looked at the two obviously disobedient children in front of her, sighed softly, and tried to stay calm to discuss with them.

"The clothes are inappropriate." An Ran looked anxiously at the direction of the stage and replied to Mrs. An.

The latter thought about it and thought it was true, so he had to compromise, "Since you have your own ideas and styles, then follow your plan. But remember, you represent the image of Anjia, and you can no longer hold banquets at home. Jazz dance, what does it look like?"

An Ran and An Jing replied in unison, "I know."

The voice was lazy, and you didn't listen to it at all.

Mrs. An looked at them with a hint of sternness in her eyes, "I hope the jazz dance you will perform later will leave a good impression on everyone and not embarrass the family!"

The An family brothers and sisters quickly stepped onto the stage under the spotlight of everyone.

Everyone in the audience looked at them, wanting to see what kind of unique dance performance they would bring to everyone, adding more surprises and excitement to tonight's banquet.

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in the crowd.

Mrs. Shi and Shi Jian were talking in a low voice, "Have you seen An Ran dance?"

"No." Shi Jian shook his head, his eyes following the steps of An Ran brother and sister.

"What is she planning to dance for?" Mrs. Shi looked at him in the same direction.

"Jazz." Shi Jian didn't know what An Ran could dance, but looking at the clothes she was wearing and his usual understanding of An Ran's personality, he thought it would be jazz.

"Did An Ran tell you?"

"No."

"Son, do we want to make a bet?" Mrs. Shi's face showed great interest.

Shi Jian looked at his mother, feeling a little amused by her suggestion, "Mom, what do you think she can dance?"

Mrs. Shi thought for a moment and replied confidently, "I think she might choose modern jazz dance, but I just don't know what it will feel like if she dances it later."

Shi Jian felt extremely helpless, "Then do we still need to bet?"

"Of course." Mrs. Shi raised her chin slightly, "If An Ran really dances modern jazz, you have to treat me to a big meal."

This person is just a scammer. What else can Shi Jian do but continue betting with her, "Then you have to prepare your wallet, because I believe I can guess it correctly."

"What do you want?" Mrs. Shi's eyes flashed with a hint of provocation, "How about I treat you to something delicious?"

In the past, Shi Jian must have thought it was okay, but looking at the graceful silhouettes of An Ran and An Jing in the distance, food suddenly no longer appealed to him so much.

"Give me another computer." Shi Jian smiled softly, and he had full confidence in his own judgment.

No matter what, he felt that he and his mother could win anyway. 1314