"If you, if you like them, you can take them... but don't sell them, I, I don't like other people..."
"..."
Xu Qing listened expressionlessly to her explanation.
The label "pervert" might not be shed after all.
"Don't worry, I don't like shoes, and I won't sell them to you. Put the shoes away."
He went to his room, took out the straw sandals, and gave them to Jiang He with a sigh, "Can we skip over this matter, okay?"
"Don't you like them anymore?" Jiang He's heart skipped.
"..."
Xu Qing clenched his fist, "I never liked them."
"But... you..."
"There's something called an antique, which becomes more valuable over time. Your broken straw sandals are almost antiques. I remembered this and picked them out of the garbage. The point is the antique, not the shoes..."
Jiang He was half convinced, holding her straw sandals in silent thought for a moment before handing them back to him, "I won't tell anyone."
"..."
