At noon, Li Zhiyan made another trip to Yiyan Internet Cafe to deliver milk.
After finishing lunch and delivering the milk, he went to take a look at Yin Xueyang's tea shop to see if Yin Xueyang was there.
As it happened, Yin Xueyang was in her tea shop today.
"Li Zhiyan!"
Yin Xueyang, upon seeing Li Zhiyan approaching, took the initiative to walk out of the tea shop.
Then she came over to Li Zhiyan's side.
"Chief Yin, the date for the bet is getting closer."
"How is your business doing?"
Yin Xueyang clenched her fists tightly; she always felt powerless in front of Li Zhiyan.
This young man seemed to effortlessly suppress her in every aspect.
"Li Zhiyan."
"What exactly have you done to make those who buy your milk tea so loyally patronize your shop?"
"That's none of Aunt Yin's business, I only know that you owe me another favor,"
"And I can tell you what it is now."
Li Zhiyan whispered into Yin Xueyang's ear, "Because I've lacked affection since I was young,"
"So..."
