These are all problems, you know. She watched He Yiran go from excited to tugging at her hair in just a few sentences, then give up and glare at her. "Why does such a tiny Xiyuan have so much trouble? It's even more annoying than my family's big company."
"Can't help it. The private room is too small, only thirty-three rooms. That's just sixty-six tables a day, plus a dozen or so little ones outside—and those are all for two or three people. The ones next door are also rented out, but those are big tables, and if there are fewer customers, they don't even want to sit over there." Anyway, the only ones actually getting business are their side.
And it's not like He Yiran ever actually managed her family's big company—how would she know that it's always those tiny things that drive you mad?
"Let's just write it down for now."
