In the dressing room.
Behind the curtain in a corner.
Zhang Ye's back was completely drenched in cold sweat. His sweat instantly seeped out of his pores. His autumn underclothing was a third drenched. Guess how frightened this fellow was! His hair nearly stood up. He was still hoping to chat with some of the women and get to meet some new friends. From their chat, he really thought they were just having idle chatter, as the topic was all about the Spring Festival Gala. No one mentioned anything about taking off or wearing their clothes!
He was doomed!
Why were all of them changing their clothes!
