Ou Yimo, who always felt confident in her grasp on things, for the first time doubted if she truly understood Zhan Nanjue.
He doesn't like her, just like that?
The agent asked, "Yimo?"
"I'm going!" Ou Yimo said, "Get me a ticket right now, I'm leaving immediately!"
Gong Shirao, do you think you can take a man away from me without asking for my permission? A cold glint flashed in Ou Yimo's eyes.
*
On the other side.
As Zhan Nanjue drove Gong Shirao back, he noticed a shoe store nearby.
He saw her water-soaked high heels, thought for a moment, and said to her, "Wait for me here for a moment."
Gong Shirao watched as he disappeared into the crowd and entered a shoe store. Shortly after, he emerged holding a shoebox, which he pushed into her hands.
"You should wear this for now," Zhan Nanjue said.
"For me?" Gong Shirao looked at him with a complex expression.
He said, "The mountain paths around here are too difficult to walk in high heels. Flat shoes would be more convenient."
