"Si Yi's pair of Manolo Blahnik high heels, were they bought by you?"
Just as Jiang Chen had decided to come clean, Li Shuru opened her mouth again.
At that moment, the words that had almost reached his throat abruptly stopped.
What's going on?
Did she mean the affair with the high heels?
All men are the same, never giving up until all hope is lost, it's an innate nature, and Jiang Chen was no exception.
Seeing that Li Shuru seemed not to have noticed that salacious mishap, Jiang Chen quickly changed tactics, immediately nodding, "Mmm, yes, I bought them."
"Shoes from Manolo Blahnik cost at least five figures, right? Aren't you the type to pursue modesty? How did you suddenly become so generous?"
Hearing this question, Jiang Chen's brain whirred into high gear as he smiled easily.
"Isn't it because she's your friend?"
"Is it that simple?"
Li Shuru didn't scold him for his slick talk, her expression a mix of a smile and not a smile.
"What else?"
