Mo Yang’s Idol (8)

"Little Chu, do you think I'll be alright like this?" After tidying up his hair, Mo Yang revealed a rare hint of nervousness. After all, he would be able to see his idol today. No matter how calm he was normally, he was only a young man who had just come of age. Naturally, he was a little flustered at this moment.

"Don't worry, you're doing very well." Mo Chu understood his mood. She sized up Mo Yang from head to toe. There was not a single flaw on him. "When we meet later..."

Before she could finish his sentence, the door to their room was suddenly opened. A man with a small belly swaggered in, followed by a few others who silently pushed rows and rows of racks full of clothes into the room.

What was going on?

Mo Chu and Mo Yang looked at each other and were a little confused.