"So... so those size forty shoes can't be for someone else." Xin Xiaoxiao stammered nervously, "I... I bought them for Zhong Qingyang."
As she spoke, she was afraid they wouldn't believe her, so she lifted her chin and repeated, "Yes, I bought them for Zhong Qingyang."
Pretending to be confident.
This time, without waiting for Ji Anning to speak, Xiang Yiqing sneered, "Ha, is he six feet tall?"
His tone was full of sarcasm, disdain, and arrogance.
Acting as if he was superior.
He bought his own clothes, so he knew exactly what height someone should be to wear a size forty.
Ji Anning nodded in agreement and said truthfully, "Hmm, Zhong Qingyang is half a head shorter than them, he probably can't wear size forty."
They took turns speaking, each statement attacking Xin Xiaoxiao's already unconvincing lie. Still angry with Xiang Yiqing, Xin Xiaoxiao glared at Ji Anning and slammed the table, "Ji Anning, you..."
Fuming with rage, yet her tongue was tied.
