The Drug You Can’t Get Off of (3)

Yang Meirong looked at the shoes and also said, "You really don't know what to buy, I don't even like this pair. It's too old, it's a style from ten years ago."

"Whoa, whoa, you guys really don't get it at all. You people say that I've got a poor taste when you don't even understand fashion. Let me tell you, I found a private workshop to custom-make this pair. I drew up the style and also picked out the leather myself. With material and craftsmanship fees, it's a bit over 900 yuan. Did you know that even though they're not from some brand name, they're purely handcrafted, and are very comfortable? My sis doesn't need extravagant high heels. If she has to attend some event, then my brother-in-law could get a pair for her. She spends most of her time running around in the hospital, and these shoes are more comfortable to wear for those occasions."

Huo Mian suddenly felt that it was somewhat reasonable after hearing Jing Zhixin's explanations.