"We can resolve this here and now," you tell me who you suspect, and I'll bring her out."
With so many people on the scene, the producer can't possibly be familiar with everyone.
As for Pei Qingqing and Liang Yu, the producer's impression of them is even more scarce.
Right now, they look like two people dressed too securely, which makes them suspicious.
"You two, step out."
Pei Qingqing was very reluctant, but all eyes at the scene were now focused on her and Liang Yu.
Despite their reluctance, they had to stand in front of Pei Zhiyao, heads hung guiltily.
"Take off the masks."
The producer was also commanding.
Yet, Liang Yu shook their head, clearly resistant.
"No can do; we both have colds, and it wouldn't be good to infect you all. We're just artist assistants, haven't been here long, and we don't know about this matter."
The moment Liang Yu spoke, Pei Zhiyao and Wen Mian sensed something was amiss.
A familiar voice seemed to have been heard somewhere before.
