Zhou Xiaohua still saw Song Yunuan.
She hopped on one foot to greet her,
seeming as if she had something to say.
Song Yunuan did not leave; she had come with her grandmother, and now the grandmother was the supreme commander.
The old lady didn't help, just stood off to the side with her hands clasped behind her like a leader.
Her eyes looked quite stern.
The other girl had a round face, always smiling, with a very good temper, and both girls could handle things on their own now.
This was upstairs, all women's clothing and items for women.
There was also a counter specifically for girls' accessories and cosmetics.
Upstairs was truly a miniaturized department store.
Downstairs, another clerk had been hired.
They also sold a variety of goods.
Just now on the road, Old Mrs. Song sneakily told Song Yunuan that the small department store brought in a monthly revenue of about three thousand yuan.
When she spoke these words, her voice carried excitement.
