Chu Yang smiled and said, "Just pass on a message for me, I won't let you suffer a loss."
The sweet-looking female sales associate shook her head, "Sir, I am just a sales associate. I really don't have that much authority."
"I'm truly sorry, but I can't help you."
Chu Yang scratched his head, as the sweet-looking female sales associate had been very polite from the beginning, treated people warmly, and also tried to fulfill Chu Yang's requests as much as possible.
She was just a minor sales associate at Wanyao Hall; indeed, it was a bit too much to ask of her.
Chu Yang's gaze settled on the sweet-looking female sales associate.
Seeing that Chu Yang's eyes were fixed on her, the sweet-looking sales associate stepped back in fright, clutching the wooden box tightly in her arms, "Sir... you... please don't look at me like that... I... I'm scared..."
