"Our Young Master wishes to purchase a ring, please bring out the latest and best rings you have here," said the old waiter as he took the lead.
"No need," Collins Aiden spoke indifferently as he parted his lips.
"Not look?" The old waiter was taken aback, not understanding how Mr. Aiden could purchase without looking at the rings.
"I'm here to pick up a ring," Collins continued and handed a receipt to the person in charge of the shopping mall.
"Yes, Young Master Aiden, please wait a moment," the Leader took the receipt from his hand and quickly turned to check the records.
"Young Master, when did you order a ring? Why don't I know about it?" The old waiter's face wore an expression of feeling concealed and hurt.
He thought he was the first to know, but it turned out he was also one of those kept in the dark.
Seeing this, Collins's lips curled up into a smile as he pulled out a piece of drawing paper from his pocket and handed it over.
