"What a coincidence, me too." Yan Jinyi smirked and continued, "Moreover, I like making a move before others too."
Zhuang Heng suddenly had an ominous premonition, and before he could say anything, a sharp pain came abruptly from the back of his foot.
"Ah!"
Zhuang Heng's entire leg turned numb because of the pain. He looked down and saw that there was a mark made by the heel of stilettos on the surface of his expensive leather shoes.
"Beauty, it's not good to be so violent. Be careful, you might be left on the shelf." Pointing at his leather shoes, Zhuang Heng continued, "Apologize to it."
"It's none of your business whether I get left on the shelf or not. Did you apologize to my shoes first?"
Zhuang Heng looked up at Yan Jinyi, not seeming to be angry in the slightest even though she had stepped on him.
In Zhuang Heng's opinion, Yan Jinyi was just like his fan girl who was trying to get his attention.
