He was furious, "What nonsense are you talking about, you country bumpkin?"
"The shoes were given to me by my father's client last night. They were brought back from Washington. How could they be fake?"
Harry was so anxious that he almost stomped his feet. I calmly took out my phone and tapped it several times, gesturing for him to look.
On it was the front page description of the brand's official website.
I laughed out loud and said, "Don't you know? The shoes have been getting a lot of fakes lately, and the brand made an announcement."
"Currently, it is only available for sale overseas and we do not have it for sale domestically."
Harry looked at my phone in disbelief.
I continued to explain.
"It just so happens that I came across a tutorial on how to identify fake products. So, at first glance, your shoes, to me, are fake."
Hearing this, Harry's face turned pale.
I left him with a final word and then ignored him, moving the table directly.
"Harry, don't wear fake shoes."
Several classmates burst into laughter behind me.
I felt a lot of relief.
When I got home, I directly threw my backpack on the sofa.
"Sis, I don't want to pretend anymore. My classmate actually called me a country bumpkin!"