"So that’s who it was. It’s Sister An'an, well, that explains everything." Xu Wanying said with a sneer, casting a look of exaggerated pity at the breakfast spilled on the floor. "Since it’s you, Sister An'an, I suppose I’ll just let it go. But you really should be more careful when you’re walking. You bumped into me this time; it would be a real shame if you ran into someone else."
Jian An'an stood quietly where she was. The soy milk splattered on the ground didn't make her look the least bit disheveled. Only after Xu Wanying had finished her self-important monologue did she fold her arms across her chest and say calmly, "Let’s not 'let it go'—what do you mean, let it go? How much did your breakfast cost? I’ll compensate you. However, since your things ruined my shoes, Miss Xu, you won't try to deny responsibility, will you?"
Xu Wanying looked down and saw that the spilled soy milk had indeed soaked into the black high heels Jian An'an was wearing.
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