Ding Xiang's feeble protest was utterly ineffective. She simply took the opportunity to latch onto Chen Yanfei, whining, "I don't care! This is your mess, you deal with it!"
How am I supposed to deal with it?!
Let alone those fancy ones, I've never even worn *normal* stockings!
Chen Yanfei was somewhat dumbfounded. After much thought, she could only grit her teeth and begrudgingly accept the situation.
She wasn't the type of spoiled, headstrong young lady to just throw things away. Fuge's stockings weren't cheap; how could she be so extravagant?
I can't throw them away, and I can't return them. Ding Xiang is too embarrassed to take them. What on earth am I supposed to do?
Looks like I'm stuck with them!
So, as Ding Xiang scurried off to pay, and Han Lie strolled about with his hands clasped behind his back like some grand lord, Chen Yanfei resentfully picked up the shopping bags.
Good grief, these are seriously heavy...
