Liu Cuilan was a thousand times over not convinced. The third daughter had some smarts, but surely she couldn't have sold everything before even setting out.
That's three thousand units, not three or five.
She must have been deceiving her to set her mind at ease.
As if she noticed her thinking, Su Xiaoxiao said, "Mom, I'm not lying to you. I've only got a dozen or so left, but you can't tell anyone about this."
After all, her work trip was under the guise of selling these wall clocks.
Once the clocks are gone, what's the point of her going on a trip?
Seeing Su Xiaoxiao's confident demeanor, Liu Cuilan couldn't help but reach out and touch her forehead, whispering, "No fever, how is she talking nonsense?"
Su Xiaoxiao: "..."
"Don't worry, Mom, I can really do this. When have I ever lied since I was a kid?"
Seeing the third daughter wasn't lying, Liu Cuilan relaxed a bit.
Indeed, though the child was a bit mischievous growing up, she never was one to make things up.
