Wei Zeling stared intently at the shoes, veins throbbing on her forehead, her expression contorted, barely able to maintain her fake smile.

Why?! Why?! She's not even a top-tier actress, at best she's a rising star, why should she be allowed to wear these shoes?!

Jealousy made her feel anxious and restless, as if she were on fire. Fortunately, she remembered that she was recording a TV show, and her rationality returned slightly.

Pulling the heel out of the crack in the stone bricks, she smiled sweetly at Nan Xian, "Nan Xian, your shoes are so pretty. Did...who gave them to you?"

Nan Xian glanced down, thought for a moment, and casually said "Oh," "My manager gave it to me, saying I should wear it for fun."

She was wearing them for fun... These were the only pair of shoes in the entire world, and she was actually wearing them for fun...

Wei Zeling's vision went black, and she almost vomited blood.

She initially guessed that Nan Xian might have gotten the shoes from He Mingxiao because he still had feelings for her, but she never expected the truth to be like this—

No matter how powerful a celebrity agent is, they wouldn't have the authority to casually give such an expensive pair of shoes to an artist. It could only have been at He Mingxiao's behest.

Unfortunately, Wei Zeling knew perfectly well that He Mingxiao was truly capable of doing such a thing.

Originally, Wei Zeling wanted to embarrass Nan Xian in front of the camera, but unexpectedly, she ended up feeling frustrated instead. For a moment, Wei Zeling's expression became extremely complicated.

"Your manager is so good to you, unlike my manager..." Her eyes flashed, and she suddenly remembered something. She smiled again, then pouted as if to complain, "She always says that my legs are beautiful and that I'm more suited to wearing elegant shoes, so she prepares high heels for me... They look good, but walking on them is so tiring, really!"

Nan Xian: ...Help, it smells so strong, like green tea.

“You really can’t do that. Most of Qingcheng is mountainous and has narrow paths. High heels won’t last long. You should change into some lighter shoes later. If you didn’t bring any, I have a spare pair of hiking boots that I haven’t worn.”

She wasn't really doing it out of kindness. In fact, Nan Xian quite enjoyed watching Wei Zeling pull off her heels—Wei Zeling was prioritizing style over warmth today, wearing a low-cut sweater with a long wool coat. She had to pull on her heels while also using one hand to cover the neckline of her sweater to prevent any accidental exposure. Not only was her posture awkward, but she also couldn't pull them off for a long time.

It's as interesting as a silent comedy.

Nan Xian suddenly realized that she and Wei Zeling were partners, and that Wei Zeling was wasting time because of her high heels, which affected her own progress!

Moreover, given Wei Zeling's personality, she definitely wouldn't want to accept her things. Nan Xian's second half of the sentence was just a polite way of changing the subject and giving her a way out.

However, she clearly overestimated Wei Zeling's emotional intelligence.

Suddenly, Wei Zeling perked up as if she had been injected with chicken blood. She smoothed the slightly wrinkled hem of her coat and smiled innocently: "Sister Nanxian, you know so much! That's right, I heard that your family used to farm in the countryside. You must have been exposed to this kind of thing a lot since you were a child, right? No wonder you know these things."

She didn't even realize that her tone and eyes were filled with an unconscious arrogance and disdain that she couldn't hide.

Nan Xian: ...Well, calling her a green tea b*tch is an insult to green tea b*tch.

She had never seen such a low-level green tea bitch.