Following Xiao Ning’s line of sight, Qiu Xinxin also saw the expensive and beautiful high heels.
The elegant and luxurious velvet blue could catch people’s eyes with just one look. It was made of leather shoes, but it was like a top-quality silk satin with a charming pearl-like luster.
This kind of high-class color-mixing standard was obviously very expensive.
Qiu Xinxin was very straightforward. She exclaimed, “Ning Ning, why did you buy a fake one? It’s even better than the real one. It’s a fighter jet among the fake ones! Please recommend the shop!”
Xiao Ning forced a smile and said, “I didn’t buy it. My uncle bought it. Actually, I don’t like wearing high heels.”
She preferred to be the carefree young master Xiao Ning. A pair of flat shoes could travel freely in the world.
High Heels were too ladylike. She even had to walk carefully, as if she was being controlled.
