She stood straight with a fierce look. There was no aggression in her gaze, only pure composure.
Such calmness was similar to that of his past fiancé.
Liu Zilin grabbed Lin Wanwan's hand with regret.
Lin Wanwan glanced at her. "There are plenty of nice shoes out there; we can pick another one."
"However…" Liu Zilin felt wronged.
Just then, Lin Qingxi started nicely, "Wanwan, I heard that you didn't have enough money. How about accepting these shoes as a gift from me? I don't need that many shoes."
Did Lin Wanwan not have shoes?
Lin Qingxi sure loved to put herself above others.
"Jin Yuan, I forgot my wallet. Could you pay for me?"
"Of course, mine will be yours."
Lin Qingxi's cheeks blushed, and her glance at Lin Wanwan became arrogant.
She grabbed the card from Jin Yuan and ordered the staff, "Pack these shoes for Ms. Lin Wanwan."
Lin Wanwan would never receive her gift or there might be news about this.
