Zhao Shumin was a little dumbfounded.
These people, calling Xiao Yan "boss"?
The store employees were incredibly enthusiastic toward Li Zhiyan.
Because from their perspective, for someone as young as him to own a store already—
it was truly impressive. They figured he must be some kind of rich second generation.
"Hmm, make two strawberry milkshakes."
"Aunt Zhao, order whatever you'd like to drink. You can come here anytime for drinks; they're all free."
Li Zhiyan's composure made Zhao Shumin feel utterly incredulous.
Wasn't Xiao Yan just an ordinary kid? If he was really wealthy, why would he be sharing a rental with her?
"Xiao Yan."
After pulling Li Zhiyan down to sit at a nearby table, Zhao Shumin felt very unsettled.
"Xiao Yan, how are you the boss of this place?"
"Aunt Zhao, when I was in college, I developed a piece of software and sold it recently."
"So I bought this store. This Mixue Ice City was just purchased, too."
