C304 Smokeless Battlefield

Meng Qingyao was wearing the 10 inch high sky of hatred as she walked slowly on the smooth marble floor. Seeing a waiter coming towards her with a menu, she purposely quickened her steps and bumped into the waiter. Meng Qingyao immediately fell onto the marble floor.

"Aiyo, my feet are hurting!" One of Meng Qingyao's hands supported herself on the ground while the other pressed against her ankle