She pulled Xue Yang down to sit, casually grabbing a cup of the shop's new milk tea for him.
The two sat together in the milk tea shop, watching people come and go.
When Song Fan and Deng Baoling were so busy they could barely attend to all the customers, Xue Yang would stand up and help pass around the tempting milk teas. His movements were skilled and graceful, adding a touch of warmth to the small shop.
As time passed, the number of customers in the milk tea shop gradually climbed, and its popularity soared.
However, the milk tea was about to sell out.
"Boss, what should we do?"
"What else is there to do? Since the milk tea is sold out, we can only close for now," Xue Yang answered calmly, as if he had expected this all along.
"What? But..." Song Fan looked at the long line of people, feeling as if she were watching her money fly away. She was on the verge of tears. "If I had known, I would have prepared more ingredients," she whimpered.
