Following the direction of Zhu Xingxing's pointed finger, Zhou Ning looked over.
On the shoes, there were two droplet-shaped stains, small in size, but both were nestled in the seams at the front edges of the shoes, lightly dusted with dirt. The colorful patterns on the shoes made them less conspicuous.
Seeing that everyone was just looking without much reaction, Zhu Xingxing said anxiously,
"Ah, you can tell that big men don't like sweet drinks. I like to drink milk tea and dairy, and I often spill them on myself. These kinds of stains will slightly yellow over time. I think these are milk stains."
Mr. Zhao was somewhat skeptical and came over to take a look.
"You also said that girls like sweet drinks. She's a girl too. It's normal for her to spill on her shoes, right? Moreover, at Zhang Bo's place, we carefully examined the site and didn't find any shoe prints other than slippers. If she had gone in wearing these, how could there not be any footprints?"
