“Dance in front of the first person you meet…” David Harper said.

“Change it to something else…” Jenny Armstrong said.

“Are you a sore loser?” David asked.

Jenny was speechless.

Indeed, she was a sore loser in front of her idol.

Blakely Shelton cocked his brows slightly. A curious gaze appeared in his eyes. “What do you need me to do?”

Blakely could guess what game this large group of people was playing.

“Jenny… Are you a sore loser?” David asked again.

“Hurry up. Stop stalling… Ask him