"Hey, don't touch that!"
She had just approached the camera, when Mr. Xu suddenly shouted while playing on his phone. He quickly pocketed his phone and rushed over, scolding, "I told you not to touch valuable things, didn't you understand? Do you know how much this camera is worth? If you break it, you couldn't afford to pay for it even if you sold yourself!"
Su Xingyu was entirely focused on the camera that resembled the Mu Family style, too absorbed to bicker with Mr. Xu. She only asked, "What kind of camera is that?" Ignoring Anna who was beside her, anxiously tugging at her sleeve, telling her not to ask.
"Oh, you're persistent," Mr. Xu sneered dismissively, "Why ask? You couldn't afford it anyway!"
"What's happening?" Suddenly, a firm and restrained voice was heard.
The three people in the storeroom turned their heads in unison to see a man in a suit, somewhat lean, walking in step by step. His refined appearance carried an expression of perpetual restraint.
"Miss Xie."
