Chicken Soup For The Soul By Angel Shen

The jewelry stall had been opened by Zhou Huan for a few years before Zhang Jingyi and Lin Sen joined in. Within two years, they became a hot-selling handmade jewelry stall in Spring Court Fair. Shen Qianshu knew them well and often bought from their stall.

"Personal customization?" Lin Sen was a little surprised.

If it were others, they would have rejected them straight away. However, Shen Qianshu was different. She was a decent and well-known lady, and they knew that she was a marvelous appraiser. As a result, they respected her a lot and called her Sister Shu.

"Are you interested?"

"Sister Shu, our little stall may not seem like much, but we have almost enough money to get ourselves a house," Zhang Jingyi said. "If we give it up, it'll be a bit of a pity."