Zhou Sicheng recalled his friend being a fan of the singer for ten years, "Ten years, and you finally decided to go see your idol."
Speaking of the idol he had been a fan of for ten years, Zu He became somewhat excited, "I never had the chance before, and this is his tenth-anniversary concert, the last show in Binzhou. Otherwise, why would I be so determined."
Seeing how excited he was, more than a bachelor going on a blind date, Zhou Sicheng couldn't help but tease him, "You, the deputy captain of the LY Club, getting so worked up over attending a celebrity's concert, don't you find it embarrassing?"
Zu He's expression changed, "Is that more embarrassing than you drooling at the thought of Weiwei coming?"
He shot Zhou Sicheng a disdainful look and snatched a steamed bun from his plate to start nibbling.
Zhou Sicheng scoffed, "My Weiwei is beyond comparison, okay?"
