Bo Qing: "..."
Bo Qing tugged slightly at the corners of his lips upon hearing this.
Almost... nothing can be hidden from Fu Yan's eyes.
Bo Qing's eyes deepened a few shades more, and he spoke lightly: "Fu Yan, buy her a pair of flat shoes in your name."
Fu Yan was taken aback by the words, momentarily puzzled as to why Bo Qing suddenly brought this up.
Bo Qing nonchalantly explained: "She glanced at her ankle thirteen times while sitting on the sofa just now..."
"Inconspicuously raised her hand to touch it four times."
"Every time she moved her ankle, there was that slight frown."
"Moreover... it seems her ankle is already red and swollen."
"So, she's most likely sprained her ankle or isn't accustomed to wearing high heels. After all, since her last injury, this is the first time I've seen her wearing high heels."
"Didn't she wear them during the performance?"
"No, I watch every one of her interviews."
Fu Yan: "..."
