The crowd's faces darkened slightly, and without another word, they surrounded the newcomer.
Lu Yanyu's gold-rimmed glasses drooped slightly as he regarded the person with a piercing and dangerous glare, "Why did you frame Mianyan?"
"What, what are you talking about? When did I ever frame him?" Shi Yuanwei's expression flickered, and he exploded, almost screaming in rebuttal.
This behavior made it clear he had a guilty conscience.
Zhao Qi clenched his teeth, "He should have a memory card on him."
"Right, that video could clear Mianyan's name!"
The young men's eyes shone as they stripped the man in a matter of moments.
"No? How can there be nothing?"
"Speak, where did you hide it?"
Shi Yuanwei, covering his private parts in humiliation, roared, "I've been saying I didn't take it!"
He truly hadn't taken it.
Originally, he suddenly remembered there was a camera in the dressing room that could expose yesterday's incident, so he hurried over.
