Worse than breaking the heel of her new shoe was the fact that he only broke one...
And she, a frail woman, couldn't possibly snap off a shoe heel with her bare hands.
In the end, Song Yan cursed under her breath as she got out of the car, handed the steering wheel back to the driver, and those new shoes unfortunately became nothing more than a tool for Gu Chenxiao to vent his frustrations.
On the way back, Uncle Bai kept glancing back. Eventually, Song Yan broke the silence, "Uncle Bai, if you have something to ask, just ask directly."
Uncle Bai hesitated for a moment before turning back with concern, "Miss, did you have a fight with Mr. Gu?"
"Mhm."
"Why is that? Wasn't everything fine just a moment ago? Mr. Gu defended you in front of so many people; how did you end up arguing?"
Song Yan sighed, "We had a difference of opinion. He thought my approach was too extreme, and I impulsively told him to mind his own business."
