The few employees in charge of their area looked at each other warily. "You're not a viewer of our manager's livestream, are you?"
Li Yue's expression did not change. He smiled and said, "I'm not, but my son is. It's just that the older the children are, the more they have ideas. They don't like to talk to parents like us."
Li Yue vividly portrayed the image of an old father who was worried sick about his adolescent child. It made the employees in the shop lower their guard against him.
Moreover, some elders were worried that their juniors would be too obsessed with some internet celebrity shops that they did not understand.
"I see. Don't worry, nothing happened in the shop. Our manager is pregnant and can't be too tired, so we reduced the quota."
Li Yue pretended to be surprised. "It's too tiring to work in the shop when you're pregnant."
"It's not at the shop. It is just remotely managed."
