"If someone makes it, how much more will it cost for each T-shirt?"
Xiao Qian, worried about money, asked quietly.
Jiang Xiaobai said, "I don't know. I've kind of forgotten the price levels of this era."
"What do you mean! You're not from this era!" Xiao Qian was somewhat displeased.
Jiang Xiaobai replied, "Don't think too much about it now. Let's talk after I'm well-rested. I'm dying to sleep."
"But we still have so much inventory unsold, how can you nap away? How can you sleep?" Xiao Qian still held onto Jiang Xiaobai, not letting him rest.
Jiang Xiaobai was truly exhausted and became impatient.
"Xiao Qian! Don't you sleep? Auntie, you slept last night, but I drew all night long! Not a wink of sleep! I'm tired, I'm sleepy, all I want is to sleep right now!"
Finally, Xiao Qian let go, realizing she shouldn't act that way.
"I'm sorry, I was only thinking of myself. You can go to sleep. I'm heading out to sell some stuff, as much as I can sell."
