Inside the restaurant, Shen Minglang was utterly dumbfounded.
He felt a tingling sensation on his scalp and even wondered if he had misheard.
Was his cousin inviting me to join in on the wildly popular "Youu Tea"?
His heartbeat began to subtly quicken, his entire demeanor becoming increasingly excited.
"Join in and become the milk tea overlord?" Shen Minglang's emotions were wholly stirred up.
Just the four words "milk tea overlord" made his head spin.
For someone so eager to prove themselves to the world, the allure of those words was simply too great.
What could be more validating than becoming the leader of an entire industry?
He knew the difficulty involved, but the target itself sounded so domineering, so passionately thrilling!
Shen Qingning glanced at Cheng Zhu, then at Shen Minglang.
Knowing her brother well, she realized, "He's getting hooked."
Sure enough, Shen Minglang picked up the glass of wine in front of him and downed it in one gulp.
