"Based on your foot shape, I can recommend a pair of running shoes for you..."
The smile at the corner of her mouth became slightly stiff, and then, in her bright red eyes, there wasn't a trace of humor as she coldly looked at the young man who was genuinely trying to help her pick out running shoes.
The Prince turned around, with wet feet suddenly stepping on Jiang Si's shoes, "I don't need it!"
Yet the Prince didn't even manage to vent.
Without giving him any time to react, the foot in the shoe stomped right back!
Before he could even feel the pain, the Prince just had his mouth wide open, staring in shock at the young man who actually dared to step on his foot.
For a moment, he didn't know whether to feel aggrieved or angry.
Only to see Si Motu coldly smiling:
"With that reaction speed, you dare to play the foot-stomping game with me?"
Who the hell is playing foot-stomping with you!
Crazy person!
...
Somewhere in Southern China, within the Independent Mirror Space.
