Bai Ruozhu wondered to herself, how could he even be teaching me how to wear it? Isn't it just a brooch?
She glanced at the man, who appeared to be in his mid to late twenties, tall and slim, seemingly a bit frail, but those glaze-colored eyes were exceptionally dazzling, adding an unrestrained flair to him.
"The Shop has a special rule, if the customer knows how to wear this item, then there's no need for money; it will be given to the customer for free," said the man with the glaze-colored eyes.
Bai Ruozhu nodded to him and performed a formal greeting, "You must be the owner of this place, right?"
The man with glaze-colored eyes nodded, "I am Ao Qi, and indeed I own this little shop."
"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Ao, but may I ask why your shop has such a rule? Is it to test the customer's discernment?" Bai Ruozhu asked with some curiosity.