43, That's too exaggerated.

An Xiaoyu could no longer keep calm; she struggled free from Shen Yufeng's embrace.

"Shen Yufeng, what on earth are you trying to do?"

Shen Yufeng looked at her, his gaze as tranquil as still water.

"What, you're not satisfied with these shoes?"

An Xiaoyu scratched her head.

"This is not a question of satisfaction, okay? Don't you think that this kind of behavior can easily be misunderstood?"

"Misunderstood as what?"

An Xiaoyu glanced at him, opened her mouth, but didn't know how to say it—misunderstood that he liked her?

How embarrassing, right? How could she possibly say it?

"Forget it, it's impossible to explain it to you!"

Shen Yufeng looked at her extremely troubled expression, paused, and then said, "With your intelligence, it's probably better not to explain."

An Xiaoyu turned around in annoyance, ignoring him.

After sending those women away, An Xiaoyu began to organize the shoes.