"You lost on purpose," Su Ziceng picked a pair of shoes, interrogating. Shang Yin's yacht facilities were indeed comprehensive, he had seen Su Ziceng lose her shoes, so he sent Pello with her to the lower deck, where a variety of women's outfits and shoes were prepared.
"Winning might be intentional, but losing is always heartfelt," Pello neither admitted nor denied, he checked Su Ziceng's ankle, tossed back the pair of high heels she had picked, and found a pair of flats that were more stable, "Just like these shoes, the rings are no longer suitable for use, they should be thrown away."
"It's not just any pair of rings," Su Ziceng, missing the restraint from her finger, inevitably felt a bit unaccustomed.
"Don't you already have a more dazzling ring," Pello bent down, as if he was watching her put on her shoes, but also seemed to be checking the "Red Love" hanging on Su Ziceng's chest.
