"Why are you being polite?" Wei Yao picked up the teacup and took a sip, "We can't afford anything expensive, but this is a token of our appreciation."
Yang Ruxin said no more.
"By the way, my father said there are quite a few orders now, and it's time to open a branch."
"I was thinking the same." Yang Ruxin began flipping through the account book, everything was recorded very clearly, "Let Uncle Wei take care of it."
"My father has been looking for a shop since early on, just waiting for you to report back once you came." Wei Yao waved her hand, "But, do you really trust my father? Aren't you afraid he'd deceive you?"
Yang Ruxin was speechless: "Aren't you their own daughter?"
"Adopted." Wei Yao picked up a piece of pastry on the table and took a bite.
Yang Ruxin chuckled: "If you trust someone, you don't doubt them. Besides, would your family deceive me?"
