Li Dan was about to cry. What the hell was the Young Madam up to, buying Master Xiao a pair of canvas shoes?!
Did she not know that even Master Xiao's shoes were custom-tailored, and that he'd never worn such shabby cloth shoes that looked like they were only worth ten yuan? Master Xiao's socks alone could buy thousands of pairs of these shoes.
Young Madam, even if Master Xiao spoils you without limits and isn't picky, please don't ruin the image of a heavenly god like this, okay?
Before Zhan Moxiao came out, Zhan Lingtao thought there was still a chance to remedy the situation. With a quick stride, he dashed over, snatched the shoes from Ou Lan's hand, and stuffed them back into the pocket, "Ou Xiaolan, that's enough, stop courting death."
As Ou Lan was eagerly imagining what Zhan Moxiao would look like in those shoes, the shoes suddenly vanished from her hands. Annoyed, she looked up, "What are you doing?"
