In the lounge, Yan Luoxi was thrown onto the couch by the man, landing in a disheveled heap.
She scrambled to her feet and glared at him, "Li Yeqi, what the hell are you doing?"
Li Yeqi stood in front of her, looking down at her from above, his eyes filled with warning, "Yan Luoxi, if I catch you letting someone else touch your waist again, you'd better be ready for me to deal with you."
Yan Luoxi furrowed her brow, not understanding where his possessiveness came from.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her high heels and examined them after taking them off; the heels had separated from the soles, and she felt a damp sensation where glue had been reapplied.
She removed the other shoe to inspect it and found that its heel was also coming loose. With a little force, she broke the heel off, and the scent of glue filled the air.
The clothes and shoes had been delivered by someone sent by Lu Zhaoran. Could he have tampered with the shoes to make her look foolish?
