Ying Xiaoya's words had hit the nail on the head, and it wasn't without possibility. Using inferior jam with the label mixed in to sell among the good ones, that was also highly likely.
All the labels looked the same, and without tasting, who would know if the flavors inside are the same!
And it was precisely because of this that an opportunity arose to put labels on counterfeit goods and pass them off as high-quality products.
"So this is; selling dog meat by hanging up a goat's head!" Zhu Lifen exclaimed with a stunned expression.
"Go check on the label expenses in the operation room," Cheng Su massaged her temples, her acceptance of Ying Xiao Ya's hypothesis evident.
Wang Bo and Zhu Lifen exchanged glances and set off in different directions.
