Who Was That Warrior?

Qiao Nan went back to the river terrace with Miao Jing's shoes in her hands. Miao Jing cried out in a high pitch, "Do you intend to throw my shoes into the river? Fine, I will give you money to get me a pair of shoes, okay?" She could not throw the shoes away. It was…

Qiao Nan glanced at Miao Jing. She was sure that Brother Zhai and Sister Zhai Hua were unlike Auntie Miao. Perhaps they took after the chief?

Qiao Nan broke the left heel of Miao Jing's shoes with her hands.

After breaking off the heels of the shoes, Qiao Nan used her handkerchief to wipe them clean and returned them to Miao Jing. "Auntie Miao, actually, I feel that one should not be too hard on oneself. The shoes may look nice, but it is not practical. The most important thing is that shoes must be comfortable to wear. It's normal that women like to look pretty, but no matter what, one should find a pair of shoes that are fitting."