Jiang Yue did not say anything.
She didn't know how to comfort people, but Xue Yan probably knew. Seeing Jiang Yue's expression, Xue Xiao understood what she meant. He was silent for a moment, trying not to hurt Wufu's pride. "I think we've already sold more than thirty sticks."
"No!" Xue Wufu's shoulders slumped in defeat.
Jiang Yue realized that Xue Yan wasn't that good at comforting people.
"Wel…". Xue Yan felt even more embarrassed. He wanted to comfort Wufu even more, but he was afraid of hurting Wufu's self-esteem. He was also worried that Wufu couldn't understand, as Wufu's brain couldn't be compared with Sifu's. Therefore, he thought for a long time about how to phrase it and chose to tell the truth.
