737 Rich But Ignorant

"Are you going to buy this?" 

The salesperson asked carefully. These were all expensive high-end models.

"Yes, I'm buying this."

Yan Huan nodded her head. Her memory was lingering on his figure, his fingers, and his speed of typing on the keyboard.

The salesperson accepted Yan Huan's card and swiped it. After the transaction was done, Yan Huan regained possession of her card, turned around, and left. The salesperson immediately pulled her colleague over to her and whispered, "The customer just now was so pretty."

"Right?" The other salesperson agreed.

"I noticed it the second she came in. Also, she looks extremely like Yan Huan."

Jiu Yue reluctantly moved his sight away from the laptop, and there was helplessness in his eyes. He was very satisfied with the features and the general feel of this laptop. Obviously, the price was costly as well, costing around ten thousand yuan.