Somehow, the Sunday of the album showcase had arrived. Mo Yifan had been bothered by Auntie Zhou's such firm evaluation of the duo so much that he was unable to sleep for days at end.
He was unable to ask her any further question because Chen Waan had come with her plate from the kitchen. After that, he did not get time to talk to her at all. But she had seldom been so adamant about something. And whenever she was, she was always right. What was this foreboding?
"Fan Fan, we love you," when he heard the fans' voices, that was when he snapped back to reality. He waved to them with a practiced smile on his face. It was just a small party with the WhirlWind family and a few reporters to release his new album. And then a few of his ardent fans were invited where he would perform his title track and gifts would be provided to them. It was to show his loyalty and love to the people who supported him the most.
