"Mmm..."
His fingers just happened to touch the back of her ankle, causing Qiao Mo to whimper softly and instinctively pull back slightly.
His brows furrowed even deeper, feeling a slippery and sticky sensation on his fingers, he didn't need to look further to know it was blood.
Dammit!
If the shoes were hurting you, why didn't you say anything?
Fu Nancheng's expression grew even more sullen, a flash of irritation in his eyes.
Having stood on one foot for too long, Qiao Mo's leg was getting sore; she wobbled twice and had to reach out to support herself on his shoulder, speaking softly as her pretty face blushed with embarrassment with the gathering crowd, "Mr. Fu..."
Fu Nancheng lifted his gaze slightly and saw that all the eyes around were focused on her feet, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and threw the shoe away.
Before Qiao Mo could react, he had already taken off the other shoe on her foot and threw it far away without hesitation!
