The manager put the box down, was about to introduce how extravagant the ring was, its exceptional cut, but before he could finish, John Fame had already picked up the box, and nonchalantly said, "You can leave us now."
The manager's words were stuck in his throat, unable to speak, but he could only politely and respectfully reply with a smile, "Yes, Mr. Fame."
Lissy Lock couldn't help but laugh from the side: "What are you doing, they brought the ring over, at least listen to their introduction."
But John Fame's response left Lissy speechless: "It's my ring, why would I need someone else to introduce it?"
"..."
John Fame held the velvet box and lazily played with it instead of opening it. His eyes were lowered and one couldn't tell what he was thinking.
Lissy felt a little impatient in her heart: "John Fame, at least open it and take a look…"
He looked up at her: "... Okay."
He slowly opened it, but the opening of the box was facing him, so Lissy couldn't see anything.
