The milk tea shop played loud Douyin hit songs, which weren't pleasant to the ear at all. Zhou Li couldn't understand why they wouldn't just play some light music.
But when he glanced at Yin Le, he seemed to have an epiphany—Indeed, some people actually enjoyed these songs.
Yin Le took a big gulp of milk tea, making a dull gulping noise as he swallowed. He smacked his lips and said, puzzled, "It's tasteless! What's so good about this stuff? Why are those girls so addicted to it!"
Zhou Li turned to look beside him.
Huai Xu ignored Yin Le's remarks. Four cups of milk tea were lined up in front of her, and she sipped each one in turn from left to right, like rain showering evenly on all plants.
Zhou Li paused. "Shall we talk business?"
Yin Le immediately put down his milk tea and got straight to the point. "If you knew, you would definitely want to release the Demon King."
Zhou Li was stunned.
