"Of course it's serious, it's bleeding. I bought street stall goods because my boss, you, are so stingy. You don't give me money, so I can only buy cheap goods." Scarlett Glenn said, lifting her foot and resting it on Ethan Herd's lap.
"Fine, I'll buy them for you later, so you can wear a different pair every day without repeating." He grabbed Scarlett Glenn's foot, and sure enough, he saw the skin on the back of her heel had rubbed off. The abrasion was quite severe, and the dried blood and lifted skin made the wound look very painful.
Ethan Herd felt both heartache and anger, "You're just blindly showing off. You wear high heels at work, don't tell me you'll die if you wear casual shoes when you're not working?"
Scarlett Glenn rolled her eyes at him: "You don't understand. If I don't wear high heels when I go out, I have no confidence."
