Female celebrities really have it rough in these events; just last year there was an actress who fainted from the cold on the red carpet.
But Xie Qingci wasn't very familiar with such situations, and he looked at those pale calves peeking out from under the hem of the dress, pursing his lips tightly with the urge to wrap his suit jacket around her.
"Xie Qingci, how's filming going lately? Haven't you met Lin Lian when you were at the company last time? Why don't you say hello?"
Shu Ran didn't know when she had stopped chatting with Yu Xia and began questioning Xie Qingci instead.
He pulled back his gaze and raised his eyes to look at the person next to Shu Ran.
Others couldn't help but follow suit and glance over.
Lin Lian lived up to her reputation; she truly resembled a cold, glass-like bead, less flashy and bold than Xie Qingci, more like a jade Buddha sitting in meditation.
Yu Xia took a couple of extra seconds, comparing him and Xie Qingci in her mind.
