Chu Mo saw that the three girls in front of him were all vigorously defending their idol, so he didn't feel it was appropriate to say more. However, suddenly recalling the artists under his company, a glimmer of interest sparked in Chu Mo's eyes as he slowly spoke up:
"You like Wang Guangju so much, don't you have any other idols? For instance, isn't Ding Xiaoni also a international superstar? If you don't fancy female stars, how about Wang Tuo? He's supposedly the most talented actor of the new era isn't he? Plus, he's about your age, and handsome too...!"
Before Chu Mo could finish speaking, the girl with earrings by his side suddenly let out a cold laugh. Interrupting Chu Mo, she said with a mocking face:
"Wang Tuo? He's barely good enough to carry shoes for our Guangju! Wang Guangju is the national male god, while Wang Tuo, at best, is just a top-tier, fresh-faced young idol, nowhere near the same dimension as Guangju, ok?"
