Wei Shuojie was never one to beat around the bush.
Hearing this, Ni Bingyan couldn't help but let her gaze drift to the side.
A clear sign of a guilty conscience.
"I-I didn't sell that many... Do I... have to pay taxes on this?"
Ni Bingyan always had a peculiar way of thinking. Even though Wei Shuojie had imagined many times how she would respond, she never expected her to ask *this*.
She couldn't help but say irritably, "That's something you need to ask your lawyer. Why are you asking me? I'd guess you do have to pay taxes, but I don't know the specifics of how."
"Paying taxes is a huge deal. It can't be taken lightly. Sister Wei, wait for me a moment. I need to make a call to check first, so there's no delay."
With that, she went upstairs to get her phone.
She couldn't remember where she'd put it yesterday and had to search all over for it, finally finding it on the bay window in her study.
When she picked it up, she saw the battery was at eight percent.
