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... emeanor. She roared at Zhi Fubao, “D*mn fat man, did you do it? You broke my high heels.”
Zhi Fubao did not expect she would say that. Holding his injured foot, he said, “I have been holding my foot and haven’t moved from this spot. How could I do anything to your shoes? It’s because your shoes were fake. They’re not good enough. How can you blame others?”
The woman didn’t know what to do either. She turned around and hugged the man’s arm, crying, “Honey, help me to vent my anger now ...
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