Next afternoon.
"Delicious!"
Outside Yueyao Milk Tea Shop, Zhu Xiaoming gave a thumbs up.
This milk tea shop opened at the gate of Jiang University, co-owned by Zhong Yue and Lu Yao—these two girls, in just a few days, somehow became as close as glue, and even started a business together.
The side wall of the milk tea shop was covered with lush ivy.
Zhu Xiaoming burped and pointed at the ivy on the wall:
"I think these ivies really don't need to be cleaned up, they're the finishing touch..... and also."
He pointed at the three empty cups on the table:
"The taste is incredible, no wonder it's perfect being made by Yaoyao herself!"
Lu Yao felt goosebumps all over, looking terrified:
"Bro, I'm begging you, can you stop calling me Yaoyao??"
Zhu Xiaoming chuckled, shamelessly pestering:
"Yaoyao, you don't like this name? Yaoyao ah....."
Lu Yao landed a punch, knocking him down.
"No sleeping here." Zhong Yue covered her mouth, laughing.
