Seated on the sofa and leisurely reading a book, Xiao Qimo's face instantly darkened.
A moment ago, he'd been mocking Yu Ren's low net worth, but now, he'd been turned on his head by him.
Sh*t!
He'd just shot himself in the foot!
Lu Mian put her phone away and sent out a text message.
Mo Si, holding a plate of fruit, curiously approached. "Miss Lu, how much money does MM Ji Restaurant make in a month?"
While typing a complex piece of code, Lu Mian paused for a moment to recall.
"The Wucheng branch's net profit averages a bit over 20 million per month. The Jinjing branch, since its trial operation till now, nets 8 to 10 million a day. Handsome Yu, my partner, and I split the earnings forty/sixty—he takes sixty, I take forty."
Listening to Lu Mian, Mo Si's little head quickly calculated, the math clattering in her brain until she started getting a headache.
