"There's a pair of nearly new slippers in the shoe cabinet, men's size." Fu Ziqian coldly looked at Qiao Chuchu.
Let's see how she explains this.
"I... hired a cleaning lady with big feet," Qiao Chuchu said, feeling increasingly uneasy.
Fu Ziqian's observation skills were just too meticulous.
"A woman with size 44 feet, I've never seen that," Fu Ziqian said.
Qiao Chuchu forced herself to remain calm and glared at Fu Ziqian, "Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."
Fu Ziqian nodded, "In that case, call over the cleaning lady with size 44 feet now."
Qiao Chuchu: "..."
Where was she supposed to find a cleaning lady with size 44 feet?
Qiao Chuchu was infuriated, seeing Fu Ziqian looking at her as if he were interrogating her. What did Fu Ziqian mean by this? Did he see her as a criminal?
She wasn't his criminal, she was Qiao Chuchu.
Hmph...
