"We're really going to buy a smart prosthetic!"
As Ye Feng's words echoed, the air in the prosthetic store seized for a moment, and everyone's gaze toward Ye Feng became exceptionally odd.
The manager of the prosthetic store had already agreed to let them leave, so why was this guy still talking about buying a smart prosthetic? He really didn't know when to quit!
The people around them all felt that Ye Feng was being too ignorant of their good intentions, and at this point, none of them continued to try to persuade him.
The beautiful saleswoman, on the other hand, felt a surge of joy, and the cold smile at the corner of her mouth grew even thicker.
"Young man, are you really sure you want to buy? These are high-tech prosthetics starting at five million each."
At this moment, the store manager's eyebrows were tightly furrowed; he had given the other party a way out just a moment ago, and he hadn't expected that he would really take it.
