The Prodigy Is Actually My Waiter

“All done here?” Ling Xiao claps his hands and looks beyond the endless void, where the scent of fireworks, even more tempting and dangerous, seems to drift toward them. He takes Su Qingyi’s hand and smiles brightly. “Boss Lady, come on! Let’s set up a new tea stall ‘out there’ and find out what the new world tastes like!”