But, it was already too late.
Jiang Ran's right foot had already moved in and stepped on the ground.
His expression changed in an instant, and the blue veins on his forehead throbbed.
"What's wrong?"
Xiu Yu quickly sensed something amiss, bent down swiftly, and picked up the other shoe.
As soon as she saw it, she knew what the problem was.
The front half of the shoe was lined with densely packed needles.
Because they were inside and covered up, one wouldn't notice them without looking closely.
Jiang Ran bit his teeth, struggling not to make a sound.
He endured the heart-piercing pain and took off the shoe himself.
On the white sock, the blood was evident, falling drop by drop.
The younger brother was scared silly.
It was fortunate that a medical kit was available at the changing room door; Ying Zijin came over with gauze and scissors.
Jiang Ran was somewhat reluctant but still said, "Thank you."