Wen Qiao lowered her head and glanced at her feet, huddled together.
With a sigh of resignation.
Let it fly away then.
After all, it wasn't the first time she'd flung a shoe in front of Fu Jinghen.
She then intended to maintain her stance, akin to a one-legged golden rooster, and hop over to slip on the other shoe, but before she could move, her wrist was grabbed.
"Stay put."
Fu Jinghen casually tossed aside his suit jacket and walked over, hooking the tip of his index finger under the flip-flop that Wen Qiao had kicked away, then bent down to place it under her foot: "Put it on."
"Oh."
Wen Qiao slipped her foot into the flip-flop and swiftly left the scene of the incident.
If she didn't leave soon, she was afraid Fu Jinghen would hear her increasingly agitated heartbeat.
Watching the somewhat panicked departure of "SpongeBob," the man reminded her, "Slow down, no rush."
