At the party, Qiao Suisui let out a delicate yawn, feeling somewhat bored.
Zong Fang noticed and tightened the arm that was wrapped around her waist a bit, looking down he asked, "Tired?"
"My legs are a bit sore."
"I told you not to wear these shoes." The man lightly scolded her, but immediately put down his wine glass and bent to pick her up. Qiao Suisui was startled and quickly patted his shoulder, urging him to stop.
"Aren't you tired?"
"Even so, you can't do this, there are so many people here... everyone is watching..." Her face felt a bit hot. She had just gotten used to the crowd's gazes, but now felt uncomfortable again.
Zong Fang, completely amiable, snapped his fingers at a servant and then handed him a card, instructing, "Buy me a few pairs of comfortable women's flat shoes."
Qiao Suisui popped her head out and said, "One pair is enough, I'm not a centipede."