Champagne gushed forth like a raging torrent.
Wu Zhizhou stood there, stunned, receiving the baptism of high-class champagne that soaked his hair, streaming down in strands, with rivulets running into his neck, wetting his collar, and others running down his forehead, drenching half his face.
In an instant, he was in a sorry state.
However, when the attention of those around him began to shift, their eyes weren't on Wu Zhizhou, instead, they all turned to look at the person standing behind him.
That was——
Jing Tianchen, the Movie Emperor Jing!
He donned a white shirt and suit trousers, with the buttons on his shirt sleeves undone, casually rolled up to reveal his firm elbows, one hand holding a black suit jacket, and the other holding a bottle of champagne, pouring out the last bit.
His handsome face, well-defined with sharp lines and deep contours under the soft falling light, looked devilishly charming.