"The profits are not bad." Yang Ruxin smiled.
"Oh, Xinxin, isn't this all thanks to you guys? You don't know, those purse fans with twenty patches sell out every time... Miss Qingge's paintings are simply amazing..." Qi Jingyi was genuinely happy, "The turnover is more than three times what it used to be, and the seats in the teahouse are booked three days in advance."
"What about our share?" Yu Qingge stretched out her hand.
"Don't worry, no one's share will be missed, I'll send it over at the end of the month..." Qi Jingyi generously waved his hand.
"That's more like it." Yu Qingge laughed when she heard this, "Oh, I want to eat crispy chicken."
"Eat, whatever the young lady wants." Qi Jingyi hurriedly ordered people to bring up all the special snacks from the building, then looked at Yang Ruxin, "Why did you come over at this time?"
"Obviously, there's something going on." Yang Ruxin sat down on the chair.
