"Don't you have an idol too?" Liu Yang implied.
Zhou Huaiyi glanced over: "Xiang Qichen?"
Hearing his own name, the person in question who was about to push the door open paused, slowly withdrawing his hand from the doorknob, his eyes lowered, waiting expectantly for her to continue.
Liu Yang: "Yeah."
Unexpectedly, Zhou Huaiyi replied without hesitation: "No, he's not my idol."
Upon hearing this, Xiang Qichen, who was outside, had the smile on his lips instantly drop, his brows furrowed, and he turned to walk away.
The two people inside the lounge were completely oblivious, Liu Yang was quite surprised: "Really not? I thought you liked him so much."
Zhou Huaiyi made a funny face and laughed: "My idol is the violin maestro, Fu Weiheng."
But Xiang Qichen, he's the one I like.
She silently added in her heart.
Liu Yang nodded knowingly and continued to adjust the machine.
