"No." Tang Yue had calmed down now, and pinched Tang Mingli's arm fiercely.
"Ouch." Tang Mingli came back to his senses, crying out in pain. He rubbed his reddened arm and said with a wronged face, "Xiao Yue, you really pinched me hard when I told you to."
"Uncle, it was you who told me to pinch." Tang Yue shrugged her shoulders.
"It's fine, it's fine, Xiao Yue, we'll be rich soon," Tang Mingli said nonchalantly.
"Uncle, you're thinking too much," replied Tang Yue calmly. "This time, nearly ten thousand pieces of clothes were sold thanks to the wholesale market. The shoppers all came to us and some wholesalers saw the profit and took a lot of goods. Otherwise, do you really think we could sell nearly ten thousand pieces of clothes just by randomly picking a location?"
