Si Chen frowned, "The quantity of custom-made cups reduced drastically from October to December?"
Xue Yumei corvered a smirk, "Boss, business is hard to run from October to December, there's nothing I can do about it, right?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the girl who had been scolded by her, Dong Ziyu, said, "Boss, business has always been good from October to December, even better than in September."
Upon hearing this, Xue Yumei jumped up as if she had trodden on a mouse tail, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Her eyes flashed with murderous intent.
Tong Yao had no desire to intervene. She quietly munched on her roasted sweet potato. This was a minor issue. Si Chen could handle it. There was no need for her to step in.
With Si Chen around, she became lazy. She did not want to deal with anything, nor did she want to think. It felt too draining.