Fu Yong was already filled with regret and resentment. When he heard Qin Xi's words, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
He looked at Qin Xi angrily and asked through gritted teeth, "Miss Qin, right? I'm not selling these raw stones anymore. You should leave."
Qin Xi looked at him strangely. "I've already bought all of them. What difference does it make whether you want to sell it or not?"
Fu Yong subconsciously looked at the young man who had been pushing the cart and pointed at the raw stones in the cart. His eyes were red as he growled, "Did she pay for all these?"
The young man was frightened to death by Fu Yong's look, but he still nodded and stammered, "Yes, yes, yes. Just before you came…"
Seeing that he did not understand his hint, Fu Yong asked again fiercely. He stared at the young man, looking like he wanted to skin him alive. "Let me ask you again. Did she pay or not?"