Ji Xingyao was taken aback.
Regaining her senses, she immediately pushed the person off her, discovering it was a little boy about her age, squinting his eyes.
Furrowing her delicate brows, just as she was about to ask why he wasn't watching where he was going, the barking of a dog suddenly came from not far away.
"Oh no, it's coming after us, run quickly!" The boy who had just taken a tumble got up from the ground without a word.
Turning, he saw that the person he bumped into was a pretty little girl. He glanced at her feet clad in small yellow duck slippers, thinking they wouldn't be good for running. He quickly yanked the slippers off her feet, tossed them aside, grabbed her hand, and took off running.
"My shoes!" Ji Xingyao shouted.
They were a birthday gift from Uncle Leng, limited edition!
These three words meant a lot of small money.
The little money-grubber's heart ached!
