C1272 Three Hundred Thousand High Heels

"Hmph."

Shan Ruqing bit her lip, a rare hint of discomfort crossing her usually icy and stunning face. Reluctantly, she handed over her high heels—valued at three hundred thousand dollars—to him.

"You keep them; it's inconvenient for me to carry them around." Her face flushed with embarrassment. "Be careful, they're very expensive