Luo Qiao poured a cup of tea for Dad, "As long as they remember their original intentions and always act with conscience, I can handle any amount of tea leaves. But if one day his eyes are blinded by interests, I won't consider anyone's face."
Luo Haotian laughed, "You sly girl, even trying to be shrewd with your dad. Don't worry, I won't meddle in your affairs.
Uncle Luo Haoqing, who was a bit curious, asked, "Qiaoqiao, where do you sell all those tea leaves?"
Luo Qiao smiled, "Jinyuan Garden."
Aunt Gu Hongjuan chimed in, "Is that the Jinyuan Garden that has opened three or four branches in recent years?"
Luo Qiao nodded, "Yes, that's the one."
Uncle Luo Haoxuan looked over, "You've sold all your tea leaves to them?"
Luo Qiao put down her teacup, "Yeah, I just flip them for a profit margin, and they handle the rest."
Second Cousin Luo Xunan didn't understand, "Aren't you afraid they'll go behind your back and make direct contact?"