The Quality of These Shoes Is Terrible

A heap of men lay on the ground, their backsides probably bruised to hell, grimacing in pain. When Zhao Mingyu ran out in a black suit, they took one look and knew he was another bodyguard. The thugs, Lei Hu included, were so frightened they did not even get up. They just braced themselves on their hands and scrambled backward.

But they could not retreat nearly as fast as Zhao Mingyu could run. He reached Lei Hu in a flash, bent down, and pulled something out of his groin.

"Ah... It hurts, it hurts!"

Lei Hu screamed the moment Zhao Mingyu touched it. Zhao Mingyu paid him no mind and yanked it free of the bloody flesh. It was a slender stiletto heel from Zhang Xin'ai's shoe.

A blush rose to Zhang Xin'ai's face. It was rare to see even this she-devil blush. She promptly drew back her leg, only to tilt sideways and nearly fall. Only then did she realize that her kick had cost her a heel. No wonder Zhang Yang had said he would reimburse her and count it as a workplace injury.

"These shoes are terrible quality!"

Zhang Xin'ai complained.

"Do you still want your heel?"

Zhao Mingyu jogged back with it. He was plainly trying to curry favor. Perhaps that kick had swept him off his feet.

Zhang Xin'ai glanced at the blood-soaked heel, rolled her eyes at Zhao Mingyu, and limped back to her post. She took off the damaged shoe and simply went barefoot.

She did as she pleased, and her foot did not smell. Zhang Yang had nothing to say.

Looking back, Zhang Yang remembered seeing Zhang Xin'ai's black leather heels the instant she raised her foot. The heels were seven or eight centimeters high. Everything had looked normal when she kicked,