The man's fingers were slender and moist, with distinct knuckles, and matched with a platinum ring, they seemed perfectly natural.
Wang Rui and Zhuo Jian both stared at his hand, each harboring their own thoughts, but neither was pleased.
Fu Yanye flipped the ring around and then turned to look at Wang Rui, "What? Do you want to wear it?"
"No!"
Wang Rui was so terrified by that look that he quickly denied it.
Again, Fu Yanye said, "Go take care of Ruxiang!"
"Yes!"
Wang Rui turned and ran without thinking.
Zhuo Jian watched Wang Rui run off and then looked at him doubtfully. Shouldn't he be inside accompanying Ruxiang to look at rings?
"This lady will take both these rings, please make the invoice!"
Fu Yanye ignored Zhuo Jian's gaze, simply took off the rings, threw them on the table, and instructed the saleswoman.
The saleswoman was somewhat taken aback but still went to make the invoice immediately.
Only then did Fu Yanye turn to her, "Give me your hand!"
