Mo Yang’s Idol (9)

Hearing this, Chen Shao was also furious. He was getting more and more impatient with Qin Yue's pestering. He furrowed his brows tightly. Heh! At most, you're just a Young Master with some status. Do you think you have power here?!

"I'll tell you the truth. Sister Qi is dedicated to her work. In order to prepare for this event, she brought dozens of sets of clothes. This room is definitely not enough..."

"Not enough? Then put them in my room!" Suddenly, a slightly weathered man's voice interrupted with a hint of displeasure.

"Who are you? Do you have anything to do here? Get out of my way..." Chen Shao suddenly turned his head and when he saw the person, his expression changed instantly. He did not dare to say anything else, only to see his lips squirming non-stop.

"Song, Brother Song... Why are you here?" Chen Shao touched the cold sweat on his forehead, bowed slightly, and asked with his head lowered.