Benita was shocked. "Brother! Are you kidding me?"
Don looked at her seriously, "I'm serious."
Benita looked at Myra and Don. The two of them had cold faces. She was very angry at the moment, but she didn't dare to make too much noise since Don was here in person. So she had no choice but to walk back to Myra.
Looking at Benita, who was half head taller than her, Myra's face was stern. "If you really let me be your teacher because of Farrar, then we don't have to continue."
She paused, looking at the expression on Benita's face, and she bit her lips without saying anything.
Although she knew that she wasn't s
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and easy to teach. Are you going to let her take part in the competition as well?"
Don replied, "if she likes it."
Myra suggested, "Do you want to find a folk dance teacher to let her continue to learn folk dance? I'm not good at folk dance."
"No need. Street dance is lively," said Don.
Myra said, "So... Do you want her to be more out-going and lively?"
"Yes," replied Don.
"Why do I feel you look like her guardian?" asked Myra.
Don glanced at her unhappily, "She's eighteen years old now. She doesn't need a guardian."
"Then why do you tie her up all day long?"
"I like it."
"You like her?"