"Oh, okay."
After uttering two syllables indifferently, Jiang Li bent down to pick up his shoes and then mercilessly turned around to continue on the road.
Wen Jiaojiao: ?
By the time she reacted, Jiang Li had already disappeared at the end of the road.
"Jiang Li!" Wen Jiaojiao stamped her foot angrily but ended up hurting her already sprained ankle again because she used too much force.
Qi Tianyu, who was nearby, touched his nose awkwardly in embarrassment.
Seeing Wen Jiaojiao struggling with her seven-centimeter high heels while pulling a large suitcase, he opened his own suitcase and took out a pair of clean shoes.
"Why don't you make do with mine for now, just in case you really fall down later."
Reluctantly, Wen Jiaojiao had no choice but to throw away her high heels.
By the time she made her way down the mountain in the oversized sneakers that resembled small boats, she regretted everything deeply.
