One of them quickly waved his hands. "No, no... It's just... Azhao, what you just said, we... we actually heard all of it."
In a private room this small, you could hear anything if you paid attention, no matter how low they whispered.
Yuan Zhao raised an eyebrow, glanced at the beauty beside him, and tilted his head with a soft laugh.
"What should we do? They all know now."
Shen Lang nudged him with her elbow, her smile not reaching her eyes. She looked up and asked him, "Know what?" Then, she shot a glance at the crew, whose inner gossips were clearly stirring, and said coolly, "Don't spend all day making wild guesses. You're all experts at stirring up trouble out of thin air. Why don't you all think about whether you can come up with something new for the next episode?"
The group fell silent.
Yuan Zhao stared at her, frowning in confusion. "Why are you being so serious? Everyone's just joking around."
