1480. Young Master Yu is Angry
The man's deep voice rang out in displeasure.
It was none other than Yu Lingqian speaking.
His slightly pursed lips represented his very unhappy mood at the moment.
"Wrap this necklace up..."
Before Yu Lingqian could finish his sentence, his cuff was suddenly tugged.
He turned his head and saw Mu Anran, looking disappointed, holding onto him and gently shaking her head: "Hubby, forget it?"
Yu Lingqian frowned but didn't say a word.
"Since they don't want to sell it to us, forcing it like this is meaningless. How about you accompany me elsewhere to choose another gift for Xiao Xun later!"
Mu Anran knew that if she insisted on that necklace today, Yu Lingqian would stop at nothing to get it.
But was it necessary?
Having said this, Mu Anran forced a smile to the manager, "Since you have difficulties too, I won't trouble you."
Yu Lingqian stared at Mu Anran for a while, "Are you sure you're just leaving like this?"
