The woman beside Fu Zibo, wearing a pair of chic and avant-garde sunglasses, couldn't help but turn to Fu Zibo and ask after hearing his whispered muttering, "Zibo, what's wrong?"
Fu Zibo smiled faintly at the woman, and the sharp glint in his eyes immediately disappeared: "Nothing!"
At this moment, a middle-aged man in a well-tailored suit quickly strode toward Fu Zibo: "Young Master Fu, thank you for visiting our store. Your presence truly brings unparalleled honor to us."
Fu Zibo cast a casual glance at the middle-aged man, appearing both arrogant and indifferent as he said, "I heard your store has a necklace from the Middle Eastern royal family, something called 'Tears of the God.' Is that correct?"
"Yes, yes, Young Master Fu's information is, as always, impressively accurate. It's true that nothing on this small piece of Beijing turf can escape your notice!" The middle-aged man skillfully flattered Fu Zibo.
