"Chu Yao?" Sister Lai's face instantly turned vigilant, "What are you doing here?"
Ignoring her, Chu Yao retorted, "You're not letting us do this or that; if you spent less time making a fuss, you'd have found out who did it already. Holding on to a staff member waiting for an explanation—she even restored the surveillance for you. If someone attacked Song Yuan, it was either because they couldn't stand her, already had a grudge, or were sent by a rival. Don't you have any idea who you might have offended?"
Sister Lai's face grew long, "This is a matter for our film crew. What's it got to do with you?"
"Sister Lai..."
Song Yuan supported herself against the wall, using her strength, which made her face look ashen, and her voice became weaker and weaker, "Don't trouble Jiaojiao. I told you from the start, she's not that kind of person."
"Why did you come out!"
Sister Lai hurried over to support her, attempting to lead her inside.
