So, she abandoned Ou Yanan, her hands grabbing the ground, crouching down, rising like a reptile.
Because of the thick smoke at the scene, and constantly in a state of spraying, she, like everyone else, couldn't see anything and had to feel her way forward with her hands. However, even if she died, she wouldn't forget the direction where Gu Nuan was just now. As long as the direction was correct.
Her hand reached forward, stretching hard, and finally, she felt the sensation of a shoe.
Inside, a sudden thrill flashed across, she grabbed hard again, and this time, she got the outline of a shoe.
What kind of shoe is this? It doesn't seem like high heels that women wear. It seems like a pair of sneakers.
Gu Nuan seemed not to like wearing high heels, but attending a banquet today, to fit the occasion, she certainly couldn't be wearing sneakers.
Ou Chunhua froze for a moment because she couldn't tell what she was touching, so when she raised her head, she saw the owner of the shoes.
