Wen Qing and Dong Lixing walked over.
The expression on Wen Qing's face was somewhat dim and complex, not filled with smiles like the man beside her.
Shen Yiguang nodded slightly at him, bent over to pick up his son from his wife's arms, and Yang Peimin stood up and walked a few steps. The choice was quite fitting.
And also good-looking; even Shen Yiguang found it hard to take his eyes off her.
The attendant snapped back to reality and joined in the fun, saying, "It really suits you, your feet are so white. This is the first time I've seen someone wear sandals as beautifully as you do."
Yang Peimin nodded inwardly and asked the attendant for the price.
"These are imported, they're 80 yuan."
"Could you give me a bag? I'll put the old ones in, and I'll wear this pair out."
Shen Yiguang smiled and went over to pay.
Yang Peimin, vain as ever, went to check herself in the mirror again, feeling completely satisfied.
