Watching Mai Qiqi and An Zihao choosing couple rings with their heads close together, Wan Chu'er was speechless.
This hardly looked like they needed her advice. The two were discussing so intimately that there was no need for her to be there.
While Wan Chu'er was feeling utterly bored, Mai Qiqi whispered something to An Zihao and then called Wan Chu'er with a smile.
"Chuchu, what do you think of this ring?"
Wan Chu'er glanced at it, a simple and elegant platinum ring for women with a sparkling plum blossom design in the center. She looked at Mai Qiqi's slender fingers, white as green onions, and nodded, "It's pretty."
Mai Qiqi smirked cunningly and said, "Good if you like it."
There was something off about that comment; Wan Chu'er looked at her suspiciously, "Don't play any tricks."
Mai Qiqi humphed haughtily, turned her head away, and stopped paying attention to her, while An Zihao glared at Wan Chu'er, "Don't talk that way about Qiqi."
Wan Chu'er rolled her eyes.
