This silent communication fell into Wu Bi's eyes, making him have an inexplicable premonition.
Why did he feel that the boss treated Xiao Ai differently?
In fact, it was very different!
The remaining shoes were packed and sent back. Jian Ai felt it was a pity. She wanted them all.
However, at the thought that Ji Haoyu asked people to deliver them, she still held back.
If Brother Wu Bi gave them to her, she would accept them all.
"Alright, if there's nothing else, you can go do your thing." Jian Ai tidied her gown and looked up at Ji Haoyu. Her tone was as casual as if she was dismissing a beggar.
Ji Haoyu's expression darkened, and his good mood from before instantly vanished. "Even if you kick someone to the curb after they've outlived their usefulness, you don't have to be so cold-blooded, right?"
