"Juanjuan, Nian'an is Ji Ying's own son, how could he deceive Shuyuan?" Ji Shan didn't agree with Deng Juan's words, and Ji Ying was his own sister after all.
"Nian'an is studying in Ningbei and even selling hair clips, making five hundred? Those things cost a few dimes each, how did he make five hundred yuan? Really, as if five hundred yuan is blown in by the wind, or as if it's as easy to earn as five or fifty yuan?"
Without a second thought, Deng Juan rebutted, muttering, "Besides, you don't even make fifty yuan a month."
Ji Shan: "..."
"Mom, doing business can indeed be profitable," Ji Shuyuan tried to convince Deng Juan with the story of the doll-selling boss.
As soon as the topic began, Deng Juan interrupted, "Then why didn't you see those times when others lost money? If it was really so easy to make money, everyone would be doing it."
Ji Shuyuan: Doesn't everyone think the same as you?
