Moreover, Sharapova was wearing a pristine white evening gown, which made movement inconvenient. Now, the entire area below the abdomen was stained red by red wine!
"Ah, Miss Sarah, I'm really sorry, my apologies!" Zhou Xun showed a look of regret and hurriedly helped Sharapova wipe her dress.
Of course, whether you wipe it or not now doesn't make a difference; if it were a red dress, it might be fine, but there's no rescuing a white one.
"No worries, no worries!" Sharapova didn't show any sign of displeasure on her face.
"Brother Lin, look..." Zhou Xun said with a regretful expression.
"This dress can't be worn anymore, Superstar, do you have an extra evening gown here?" Lin Mu looked at Zhou Xun and asked.
"I do have some, but I'm not sure if they'll fit!" Zhou Xun replied.
In the film company, there were naturally plenty of evening gowns, surely some suited for Sharapova. Of course, Lin Mu was acting, intentionally asking just for show!
