Long Xinghe suddenly felt a wave of tension and unease.
She never knew, that she too could feel inferior.
It was because he was just too perfect.
In front of such a perfect Wuya, even the former her felt filthy and unworthy.
Now in this state, she felt even less qualified to offer him her shoes.
She was anxious, and her fingertips tensed up.
Her whole body was stiff and immovable.
"Grandma, are you feeling unwell?" Feng Wuya asked again.
Perhaps because the person before him was an elderly lady, his typically cold and distant demeanor toward young ladies was completely absent.
"Is it because I make you uncomfortable?" he asked.
Long Xinghe really wanted to say yes, but she could never bear to see Feng Wuya even slightly saddened.
In the end, she still reached out and picked up the snack.
"Grandma, you really remind me of a friend of mine."
Feng Wuya's words startled Long Xinghe so much that her hand trembled, and the snack nearly rolled onto the floor.