C848 The Fragrance of Wine Is Not Afraid of the Depths of the Alley

Jee Qinyuan posed a soul-searching question.

"You're asking me?" Yang Yu hesitated. "I've only had their milk tea once. It was okay, nothing to write home about."

Back in the day, Yang Yu couldn't afford the luxury of a 20-yuan milk tea. He scrimped and saved every penny for Zhou Qianni. There was just one time when Qianni wanted to try it, so he splurged on a cup for her