"Who said I wasn't coming? I just drove here slowly."
In an instant, all cameras swiveled in his direction.
There, walking slowly across the red carpet, was Jiang Yan, clad in a white suit.
The inside of his wine-red shirt was wide open at the collar, revealing a silver chain—both sexy and abstinent.
His lifted peach blossom eyes appeared languid yet brimmed with a hidden sharpness, resembling a freshly awakened glass of red wine, pungent.
A far cry from his prior image on the variety show Flash Change, where he was only seen holding a chicken and spouting profanities.
[Holy shit, haven't seen the guy for a while, and he's gotten even more handsome?]
[Aaaahhhh damn, that face and that body are amazing, you're my god, Young Master!]
[It's true that fame nourishes one. Brother Yan's demeanor has become even more aristocratic, is this the benefit of being an artist?]
Jiang Yan's appearance successfully ignited the peak of excitement at the event.