The noise of cooking in the kitchen was like an invisible net, inadvertently concealing the subtle movements outside, causing her to miss the best opportunity to stop the thief.
But next time, if fortune allowed another encounter, she secretly swore that the so-called compensation would not be settled with a few simple apologies or the trivial amends.
Thereafter, Su Yu rummaged through the cupboard to find the clothes she had carefully selected for her good friend Xie Xinghua, along with a pair of new shoes for both mother and daughter, which lay there quietly, exuding a warm and unassuming aura.
She turned to Jiang Ziling, her tone tinged with a trace of apology as she explained, "Since I wasn't sure about your size, I didn't buy shoes for you. I hope you won't mind."
Jiang Ziling's response was indifferent and calm, as if he was already accustomed to the hardships of life, "It's alright, I make my own shoes, I'm used to it."
