Shen Qinglan and Fu Hengyi had picked up the ring and were about to leave the jewelry store. The salesgirl behind the counter watched Shen Qinglan's departing figure with a face full of envy. The ring appeared simple, but its price was far from low, and it was designed by the internationally renowned jewelry designer Evon.
Shen Qinglan naturally did not know about the gaze following her from behind; even if she had known, she would not have cared.
Before leaving the jewelry store, Shen Qinglan casually glanced in a certain direction, paused, and stopped walking.
"What's wrong?" Fu Hengyi asked, puzzled.
Shen Qinglan did not answer him but stared in a direction where Wu Qian was browsing the counters with a young man. She was linking arms with the man, her face full of smiles, and the man occasionally turned his head to talk to her, their behavior intimate, clearly showing they were more than just acquaintances.
