"Mu Keren, even if I, Chen Xiangyu, were to stoop so low as to carry someone's shoes, it'd still be better than someone like you who has to sleep their way to the top!"
Fuming with the belief that she had been humiliated by Mu Keren, Chen Xiangyu pointed accusingly at Mu Keren and shouted angrily.
It was in that instant that Mu Keren suddenly strode towards her. Before Chen Xiangyu could react, Mu Keren stepped on the back of her foot with the thin high heel she had changed into for today's shooting...
Lately, the weather in Beilingzhou had become much hotter. As a result, many of the women in the crew had switched to wearing sandals or the like.
And Chen Xiangyu happened to be among them.
Therefore, Mu Keren's stiletto was now deeply embedded in Chen Xiangyu's fair foot...
"Ah!" In a moment, Chen Xiangyu screamed, unable to focus on anything else.
But faced with Chen Xiangyu's pain-twisted features, Mu Keren showed not the slightest hint of pity.
