Tessa hit the wall and left the fruit tea shop in mourning, looking at the busy traffic outside, planning to set up a stall first, and only when it was sold would there be business opportunities to come to the door.
They found an open space, set up a simple stall, and put out the milk tea.
Flynn had a good face, and he was uncomfortable when he stood on the street and set up a stall.
Just seeing the little girl in high spirits, he didn’t want to discourage her, so he endured with a strained face.
Tessa understood her father’s temperament too well. She didn’t say anything. She went to a restaurant, opened a business with cuteness, borrowed a plastic stool, and took Flynn to sit under a sycamore tree, “Dad, you sit here and wait. I’ll go home after I sell it.”
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