Jiang Shouzhong felt that this old lady might be confused, slightly senile, perhaps mistaking them for someone else in a moment of absent-mindedness.
But for now, all they could do was to follow the old lady's wishes.
Jiang Shouzhong, holding the shoes, approached Xia He, noticing the girl's extremely cold, threatening gaze and rolled his eyes, thinking to himself that he wasn't trying to take any advantage of her; he had warned her not to follow, but she insisted on being a persistent nuisance.
Jiang Shouzhong squatted down and reached out to grab Xia He's lower leg.
The young woman instinctively shrank back.
"Girl, there's nothing to be shy about," Old Madam Ran picked up an unfinished shoe sole, saying with a smile, "Back when I was young, my husband liked to make shoes himself, and every time he finished a pair, he'd always try them on for me personally."
Xia He stiffened, forcing an awkward smile.
