"Uncle Yutian, Aunt Meng, are you facing some difficulties?"
Since she noticed, Zhuang Yutian saw no point in concealing it anymore. He sighed, and said, "Miss Ning is sharp and observant. We really can't hide anything from her."
"Do you notice anything wrong with the shop?"
Zhuang Qingning looked up and examined the shop thoroughly from top to bottom, then hummed in surprise, "The shop seems to be understocked?"
Many of the shelves were bare with no sign of fabric. To say that the shop was understocked was a kind way of putting it. It would be more accurate to describe the shop as barren.
"Right, you noticed it too." Zhuang Yutian said. "When people come in, they all say that business must be good here, seeing how quickly we sell out. Even our new goods can't replenish the inventory quickly enough. But only we know that it's not that we're doing good business, but rather we have no business to do."