Finally, a dancer couldn't hold back any longer and asked Zhang Liping, "Old Zhang, this... this dance... who choreographed it?!"
He was so excited and shocked that his tongue was in a knot, and he could barely speak clearly.
The other dancers, though their eyes were glued to the stage, all pricked up their ears.
They were also wondering which master had choreographed this incredibly beautiful dance, so full of classic Chinese charm. Why had they never seen such an incomparably brilliant performance before?
A dance like this would be a shoo-in for a gold medal at any international competition. How could its debut be at a medical university's New Year's gala? It just didn't make sense!
A faint smile touched the corners of Zhang Liping's lips.
She had clearly heard their doubtful words from before. They had even questioned and secretly disparaged her and Huang Shijia.
