章 137: Qingshan's Grandfather

"Can you stand up, dear?" Yan Meilin asked, and Jiang Yingyue chuckled. "It is not too bad," she said as she rose from the chair, "but I have no other shoes, so I am not sure what to do."

She was indeed in a slight pickle. She had no other shoes to change into, so her bare feet, which were so dainty and seemed as if they had been carved from jade, so white that they appeared as if they had been soaked in milk, were walking on the floor.

"Your feet are so small," Yan Meilin praised her. "They are too small to use my shoes. Old Li, go and purchase a pair of shoes for her. Preferably some comfortable sneakers considering she has just wounded herself. Wearing stilettos will not be good for her."

Housekeeper Li nodded his head and went to send a few people out to purchase shoes for her. He was not willing to go on his own, as he had to observe this woman's behavior and personality to determine if she was good enough for the family.