"I don't have enough things in my warehouse to begin with."
Her words were firm. She stood there with a powerful aura, and it was impossible to tell that she was bluffing.
Some of the troublemakers had started to hesitate and started to whisper to each other.
Seeing this, Yue Jiaojiao sat back down.
"Manager Gu, get me a cup of tea please."
It sounded like a countdown.
The man in the lead looked at Yue Jiaojiao with a face full of hatred.
Yue Jiaojiao swept her eyes over them and sat on the chair with waning interest, as if she didn't care about the outcome of their consideration at all.
"Madam Zhao," someone had already stepped forward, "We need a red seal to deliver the goods. Now that Zhao Zhan is not here, do you think you have the right to do so?"
Since the other party was speaking nicely to her, Yue Jiaojiao naturally wouldn't reply stiffly.
"It has my name."