Love Comes Like The Southern Breeze (19)

Her husband picked up her hand and put the ring on her ring finger.

"This lady is right. You deserve better."

He then turned to Qiao Ruoxi and said, "Thank you, Miss. Please give me the receipt. I want this ring."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Qiao Ruoxi was very happy. Selling a ring meant that she could get another commission.

The only thing that could motivate her now was to make money. She could make a lot of money.

She was too busy giving the customers the and packing to notice a pair of eyes staring at her from a distance. It was like a leopard staring at its prey, cold and sharp.

When Feng Yunan saw that Qiao Ruoxi had finally convinced the customer to buy the ring that had exceeded their original budget, a hint of confusion flashed across his eyes.

'This damn woman is not as useless as a vase.'

After sending the couple away, Qiao Ruoxi patted her chest.