"I'll take this necklace, and I want to give it to this beautiful lady here," a young guy with a silly smile on his face said as he gazed at Fang Rong.
The young man was dressed in a designer suit and was quite handsome.
The server, seeing this person, quickly approached with a smile, "Sir, do you mean this one? This is our newly arrived product, fifty thousand yuan."
"Fifty thousand is a bit cheap, wrap it up for me," the young man said.
The server, face beaming with joy, hurried to wrap it up, occasionally glancing at the young man, hoping to draw his attention, but to her disappointment, his eyes were fixed on Fang Rong the whole time.
"Here's my business card, could we become friends?" the young man said with a radiant smile, standing in front of Fang Rong.
Fang Rong turned her head to look at Xiang Yu and saw that he stood there expressionlessly; she couldn't help but feel a surge of resentment. Xiang Yu was really a blockhead.
