Before she could react, Leng Jian had already stepped forward, bent down, and picked up the pair of men's slippers, then looked back at Zhang Lingying.
Zhang Lingying's nerves tightened. Without a word, she stepped forward, took the slippers from his hand, and forced herself to explain, saying, "I bought these for you. Look, the tags haven't even been cut yet."
Zhang Lingying pointed at the small tag hanging on the slippers, feeling somewhat more confident, and continued, "Didn't I just say that I've just moved here? The place feels so empty. I thought about it and realized I have friends now, so I should have some things prepared for guests. I haven't even had time to tidy up, and here you are visiting me. So, the guest room is still a mess, and things are placed all over the place."
