Cheng Lang and Wang Liu'an handed over their phones. Brother Zhang did not want any more trouble, so he directly led Cheng Lang and Wang Liu'an to the studio. They had barely sat down when complaints rose all around them. As one fan handed over her phone, she said, "Why are we suddenly being asked to hand in our phones? Didn't we only have to turn them off before?"
Wang glanced at Cheng Lang. "How did you know they'd definitely collect our phones?"
Instead of answering Wang's question, Cheng Lang asked, "Did you record it?"
"Of course I did." Wang took a recording pen from his pocket and held it up in front of Cheng Lang. "But I don't think it'll be of much use. They were very cautious and didn't say anything they shouldn't have."
Before he could finish speaking, Brother Zhang suddenly appeared in the aisle like a ghost. "What are you holding?"
Without another word, Brother Zhang snatched the recording pen from Wang Liu'an's hand, his face alternating between green and white. Luckily, he had been uneasy and had kept an eye on them all along. Sure enough, Cheng Lang and Wang Liu'an had ulterior motives. "Sorry, but I suspect you two may be carrying other hidden recording devices. Please come outside with me."
Cheng Lang said with a smile, "You've misunderstood. It's just a recording pen we use for work, not some hidden recording device."
Brother Zhang rolled his eyes. He would be a fool to believe Cheng Lang.
The fans seated nearby all looked over and began whispering among themselves.
Cheng Lang continued, "If you think having this recording pen will affect the filming, we can hand it over. After all, this is our first time attending a recording, so we don't understand your station's