Du Muhan had not expected her to suddenly speak, but his reaction was not slow either. He cast a similarly indifferent glance at the black high heels on her feet.
"Are you sure you'll be able to pull out your heels later?"
Su Qiao lowered her head and glanced at them, then took them off on the spot. With two sharp cracks, she forcibly snapped off the heels of both shoes, tossed them aside, and put the shoes back on.
The whole sequence of movements was as smooth as flowing water, without the slightest awkwardness.
"Can you dye your shoe covers black?"
Du Muhan unhurriedly took two sky-blue shoe covers from his pocket and slipped them on at his leisure. He then shot Su Qiao a sidelong glance, the meaning obvious: So what if I can't dye them black?
"Looks like you're not very smart either. You don't even know that things like shoe covers exist in this world."
Su Qiao's lips curved slightly, her expression somewhat disdainful. "Heh. So what if you're fussy? Does putting others down and belittling them to make yourself look better really make you seem impressive?"
"I really don't know where you get your superiority from."
Every day, he acted as though he were some big shot, as if even looking at someone else or speaking to them were an honor for that person, and riding in the same car with someone were an insult to him.
Where had this immortal come from?
Why didn't he just hide in the clouds, look down loftily upon all living things, and stay off the ground?
Du Muhan elegantly straightened his shirt collar. "You don't need to worry about that."
Su Qiao moved several inches away from him with great disgust. "I couldn't be bothered to worry about