"Oh, this is good for feelings, George, ever since we saw the performance by the female soldiers during the New Year, we haven’t seen any performances from the ladies here, have we?
This suggestion from my sister-in-law is really great, I’ll go organize it now."
Wesley Zenith stood up to organize a group to perform, and Henry Sullivan looked at Ivy Miller: "You’re really tough."
Ivy Miller stuck out her tongue: "You men, no matter how good you are at performing, it’s just singing military songs.
At best, someone can sing a love song; I’m a woman, even if I just go up and tell a joke, everyone will be happy."
Henry Sullivan gave her a sidelong glance, telling himself that this would definitely be the last time he would take her out to eat; she was too infuriating.
Very soon, Wesley Zenith organized over a dozen people to sing a few military songs together.
There was even a young man with a good voice who sang Andy Law’s "Forget Love Water" and "The Eldorian."
See, that counts as a performance by the male soldiers.
No matter the quality, Ivy Miller applauded with all her might anyway.
After the male soldiers finished their performance, Wesley Zenith happily said: "Alright, I have some good news for everyone; to thank you all for tonight’s performance, my sister-in-law has decided to perform a show to entertain us.
Come on, sis, what are you going to perform for everyone?" Official source is novel⦿fire.net
Ivy Miller walked over to Wesley Zenith with a mischievous smile, taking out her phone while saying, "Everyone has been singing, so I won’t. My voice can’t handle it. I’ve been learning dance for over ten years, how about I dance for everyone?"
Henry Sullivan frowned, dance?
Wesley Zenith led the cheer.
Ivy Miller looked around at everyone: "I don’t know what kind of dance you like to watch, so I’ll perform my specialty, a hot dance."
She finished speaking and looked at Henry Sullivan, noticing he seemed about to get angry again.
But she didn’t care, she was doing it just to annoy him.
Ivy Miller opened the music app on her phone and played a Korean energetic dance track, with a fast pace and melody.
She immediately started moving with the music, her waist flexible and movements sexy, not at all inferior to the female groups often seen on TV from various countries.
The warriors were watching with great excitement.
Henry Sullivan closed his eyes, his entire being seething with anger as he spun around.
This woman... what kind of absurd, provocative dance was she doing? It really infuriated him.
As soon as the music ended, everyone clapped enthusiastically.
Ivy Miller waved to everyone and returned to her seat to continue eating.
After the program ended, Wesley Zenith praised: "Sis, your dance skills are incredibly high!"
Ivy Miller laughed: "Oh, it’s nothing, I’ve learned for several years, and I still feel a bit embarrassed about how I dance."
"For us outsiders, this is already excellent, right, George?"
Henry Sullivan shot him a sidelong glance: "Just eat your meal."
After Henry Sullivan finished speaking, his gaze fell on Ivy Miller. She smiled playfully and said in a low voice: "Uncle, eat more, they say if an angry person doesn’t eat enough it can hurt their liver."
Henry Sullivan suddenly looked at her with a sly smile, helping her with some food, completely changing his almost-exploding demeanor.
"I’ve eaten enough; it’s you who needs to eat more.
If you don’t eat more when you’re upset, you might not be able to handle it tonight."
His voice wasn’t loud, but Ivy Miller looked into his eyes and couldn’t help but shrink a little.
What the heck, what does this man mean, is he trying to scare her?
Upset? Can’t handle it? No way, is he thinking about domestic violence?